It never seemed like an important day. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Other than maybe the fact that I had spoiled milk in my fridge. And that wasn’t a sign or a warning. It was simply old milk. Milk that I had forgotten to throw away. I brushed my hair the same way. I pulled on my jeans the same way. I even wore the same jacket I wore everyday. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Fate didn’t even give me a glance at what was blowing my way. Or, rather who was coming towards me. So, without warning; the storm crashed upon me. The waves started clawing at my feet and I could barely stand. Looking back, I realize that that morning was just the calm before the storm. The storm of Mason Green.