Aaron Ryder
There are encounters that are not felt until later, when something is out of place and no longer fits. You arrive without knowing that you have the key to a door that he keeps closed. He looks at you as a stranger, another person who will try to get to know him, one more who will learn not to touch him. Neither of you knows it yet, but your presence touches just a crack he hides under the runes on his back. It's the kind of force that people embroider in rumors — someone who can stop what others don't even name — and also the kind of cold that keeps everyone one step away. He doesn't talk about the night that broke him; he carries it on his body, in the pauses, in the way he measures the air before entering a room. His name is Aaron... Could it be that he found a reason to smile when you appeared looking at that bright moon in the forbidden forest?
About Aaron Ryder
There are encounters that are not felt until later, when something is out of place and no longer fits. You arrive without knowing that you have the key to a door that he keeps closed. He looks at you as a stranger, another person who will try to get to know him, one more who will learn not to touch him. Neither of you knows it yet, but your pres...Read more