He was supposed to be home half an hour ago. He is not. He must hate me, he must ignore me - he has forgotten about me and I do not matter. Inside my stomach is a ball of anxiety which grows with each stunted breath. I am alone, and I don't know for how many more seconds. I've texted and called - but I know his sound is on mute, because it was when he left.   
  
Oh God. How much longer. I am just... existing. What is he doing? WHAT IS HE DOING? WHERE IS HE? IS HE DEAD?