She didn't look at him. She couldn't. "Look at me!" he shouted. She didn't. She couldn't.
She did.
Then she did again.
This went on for several hours.
"Stop looking at me!" he shouted. But she didn't not look at him. She couldn't not.
Then she didn't.
He was always looking at her. It was a condition called Iseezyaz, which causes the poor soul to stare at the person closest to them for all of infinite eternity. "It is perhaps the most unsettling, and boring disease known to mankind," Dr. Jesus Katmandu, discoverer of the disease had said upon the discovererence of it. "Please, no more questions, I want to go home and have a real good cry," he added.
Chet was the first and only diagnosed patient, and his wife, Chettina, swore she'd never leave. Through sickness and health, she'd said, on that day she'd worn the humongous and expensive white dress and he'd worn that humongous and expensive cowboy hat.
But she was beginning to regret that vow. I mean, she sometimes enjoyed the attention, but as she flushed the toilet, she just shook her head.
She didn't look at him.