𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 [ T.Owens ]

East Side of Sorrow

East Side of Sorrow

CONNIE RAN her thumb over the ink of her wrist. The time on the phone read five in the morning, tossing and turning for an hour before she gave up. She kept replaying the storm in her head. 

Her and Aiden had talked about going into a tornado since they were kids. Talking about how amazing it would be to see the eye of the storm. Her uncle had told stories of storm chasers who saw the inside of the storm and survived, but she didn't believe him. 

She moved the covers off her legs, tiptoeing past the bedrooms. Connie held onto the railing, her feet making the wood creak. She carefully walked past the living room, opening the front door. 

The rocks crunched under her bare feet, walking to the fence. Looking at the sky, the night remained with pieces of orange peaking through the line. The sun slowly rising, she sighed reaching into her shorts pocket. 

This is Aiden, leave a message. Her friend's voice spoke to her. Connie shook her head, she crossed her arm over her stomach.  "Hey...it's me." She says. 

"Sorry I took off with your jeep, it's at my sister's if you want it back," Connie tells him, pacing along the fence.  "I know you wanted to help Storm Parr, and I understand." She sighed. 

"I think I found something that will actually help, and I know you want that more than anything, I can't describe it to you over the phone." Connie hesitates for a moment, letting out a deep breath. 

"I'm off East Mason Road in Sapulpa, with Kate, if you want to know." She says, tapping the case of the phone.

"Call me back when you get the chance." She ended the message. Connie turned around, looking out at the rising sun. Sighing, it was moments like this she valued, when life makes sense and it's a fleeting moment of peace. 

Next to her, a shadow cast to the ground in front of her. Connie in the corner of her eye could see him, his blonde hair messy. He wore a grey shirt and black athletic shorts, amusingly she smiled.  It was odd seeing him dressed down. 

"You can't pay for a view like that." He spoke up, his drawl husky from being tired. Connie nodded in agreement.  "I used to get up so early as a kid to watch the sunrise," Tyler tells her. 

"Really?" Connie says in surprise, he glances at her nodding. "I did that too, yeah I would sneak out and wait at this park." She says, smiling warmly. 

"I used to climb to the top of the slide." She recalls, her heart pounding as she remembers it. "You know why farmers get up so early?" Connie asks him, and he shrugs. 

"Farming takes a lot of work and you need to be up for it." He answered, and she shook her head. "No...I mean yes but there is a reason for it like spiritually speaking." She tells him. 

"My uncle taught me this." She starts, clearing her throat. "The blue hour is when the veil between heaven and earth is at its thinnest," Connie explains.