Tyler’s always had a habit of falling quickly.
He remembers being mesmerized by his first tornado long before feeling afraid of it — being captivated by this rope of complete chaos dropping from the sky.
The thrill, the mystery, the power, the beauty. It was the most incredible thing Tyler had ever seen, and he’d been enamored from that very first second.
So now, whenever the sky calls to him, he can’t look away.
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He feels it every single time he watches the clouds reach for the wheat fields below. There’s fear deep in his gut, sure, but it serves to heighten his senses. The joy thrumming through his veins is nearly overwhelming, shining through his eyes and bringing a flush to his cheeks.
“She’s perfect!” he shouts, his focus on the clouds above.
Kate’s response is immediate. “She’s gorgeous!”
Tyler turns to face her and pauses. He can see it now, so fucking clearly, on Kate’s expression — the thrill of the chase, the reverence for the mystery, her amazement at the power.
And the beauty — Christ, the beauty. Her smile, the warmth in her eyes, the delight in her voice.
His first love roars behind him as Kate beckons him back to the truck.
He follows without a look back.