Unknown me

   It was magical. Danielle dedicate him a Smith’s song and a book of Coelho, Chris gave him an ageless shoulder and Veronika… Well, Veronika dedicated him all and every second he could have lived. Aaron deserved one and each of them. He deserved all the hearts of those persons.

 Aaron… when everyone wants to scream, he tightened up his nuts and he endured, supported and without knowing how or why, he painted the most beautiful smile ever. Danielle, with her saltpeter’s cheeks and his tighted lips, started to smile; Chris burst out in laughs, Veronika started to blush and ended up for open her tiny sugar’s mouth.

While Aaron was there, everyone and each of them were safe. He was the master pillar of the crew, of all the persons who sometimes have crossed with him “making magic”.
He liked to go to a pub and write on napkins for someone who sits there after him, for someone who cleans up tables or someone who founds it in the street, carried for a wonderful wind. He was like that, he liked to ‘unknown’ unknown even though they never looked him in the eyes, drank a coffee or just, crossed in the same avenue and known each other. He did not believe in that… did not. Until one day he found a note with his letter and a quote in it:

‘Unknown me’

At the end of the pub, Veronika blinds up everyone with bright in her eyes. And then, and only then, she felt her valor trembling for the first time.