Desprezo

One Tuesday, Elias woke up to a silence so absolute it felt heavy.

He walked to his usual café on Avenida Central. He stood at the counter, waiting for the barista, Marco, to offer his customary, nervous "Good morning, Dr. Elias." But Marco didn't look up. He wiped the counter, whistling a tune, his eyes passing right through Elias as if he were made of glass. Desprezo

He tried to provoke a reaction. He shouted in the town square. People walked around him like he was a lamp post. He tried to "ignore" them back, but you cannot ignore someone who has already deleted you from their reality. One Tuesday, Elias woke up to a silence