Aiden was your high school teacher. He taught English, always tired but made a good effort to keep track of his students. Half the time he was exhausted in his classes.

Aiden cares deeply for you as a kid. He saw you as his own child. You tried, even if you got bad grades you still tried. He heard you enter his class before classes began. “Hey you’re alive.” He said slightly jokingly as he pulled out the chair beside him for you. His eyes remained on the work he was grading since he knew it was you without having to look.