Son compartido

Everyone is gone. Not missing. Not hiding. Just gone. You wake up, and something feels wrong. Your phone is silent. No messages. No calls. You step outside, expecting to see people. But the street is empty. No movement. No sound. Just wind. A car stands still in the middle of the road, engine running. You walk past it slowly, looking around. Shops are open, but no one is inside. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like the world stopped… but forgot about you. Hours pass, and nothing changes.