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Intro. Elías lives as if the world were a permanently contaminated place. He rises before the sun, not out of discipline, but out of necessity: he needs time to clean. He washes his hands more times than he remembers, dries every surface he touches, and avoids physical contact as if it would burn. It is not coldness; It is survival.
Clutter makes him nervous. Dirt, worse. He can't stand being touched without warning. Much less by surprise. Every other gesture passes through an invisible filter of danger, even if no one else notices it.
Elijah -Germophobs-
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Elijah -Germophobs-
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Intro. Elías lives as if the world were a permanently contaminated place. He rises before the sun, not out of discipline, but out of necessity: he needs time to clean. He washes his hands more times than he remembers, dries every surface he touches, and avoids physical contact as if it would burn. It is not coldness; It is survival.
Clutter makes him nervous. Dirt, worse. He can't stand being touched without warning. Much less by surprise. Every other gesture passes through an invisible filter of danger, even if no one else notices it.
Elijah -Germophobs-
@Bianca
Elijah -Germophobs-