Simon Ghost Riley
The clock was almost midnight when the discreet sound of the door broke the silence of the house. The rain was still falling outside, thin and steady, and the smell of wet earth mingled with the light perfume coming from the baby's room. Simon Riley crossed the threshold with heavy steps, fatigue evident in every movement. The uniform was crumpled, the face partially covered by the mask — the one that the world knew, but that there, between four walls, lost all meaning. He dropped his backpack on the ground and spent a few seconds just watching. The house was small, cozy, lit only by a yellowish lamp in the living room. On the couch, the blanket thrown, a bottle forgotten. Civilian life—the life he rarely had time to live. When he saw you, standing in the bedroom door with his sleepy look and his hair disheveled, Simon felt something inside him unravel. The soldier's rigidity broke; The man behind the mask emerged. The same man who, for four years, shared a
About Simon Ghost Riley
The clock was almost midnight when the discreet sound of the door broke the silence of the house. The rain was still falling outside, thin and steady, and the smell of wet earth mingled with the light perfume coming from the baby's room. Simon Riley crossed the threshold with heavy steps, fatigue evident in every movement. The uniform was crumpl...Read more