Dancing in the Rain (Fourtris AU)

Chapter 1

I watch in horror as my mom's heart moniter flatlines.

Tears fog my vision.

She'll never see me get married or have kids. I can't lose my mom at 23.

A sob escapes my lips. It's been a while since I've cried.

The last time I cried was when my dad went MIA while he was serving in Iraq.

I cry so hard that it becomes hard to breathe.

Gasping for air, I watch doctors surround my mom. My beautiful mom.

My family is gone. I'm the only Prior left.

The sterilized walls seem to close in on me.

I  start hyperventilating.

I run out of the room, knocking over carts and doctors that are in my way.

I run up the hospital steps to the roof.

And that's where I break down.

I sink to my knees and bury my face in my hands.

I don't know how long I sit there, minutes, hours?

My head throbs and my throat aches, but I still let out sobs, softer now.

A gentle hand is placed on my shoulder.

I flinch slightly.

I look up, my vision blurry from my tears.

In front of me, stands a young man, maybe a few years older than me.

He has blue, almost black eyes. His brown hair was trimmed short. He's Handsome.

He doesn't ask any questions, just gathers me into his strong arms.

Electricity floods my veins. Who was this man and why did he have this effect on me?

I cried in his chest and he gently stroked my hair.

When my cries died down, I looked up at him.

He looked down at me and smiled sadly.

Gently, he took his thumb and wiped away my tears.

"I..uh..who..wha?" I stuttered, utterly confused.

"My name is Four. I was on the roof when you came out here, and I had the feeling you needed somebody." He sayed softly.

"Thank you."

"I've got to go." He scribbled a number onto a scrap sheet of paper, "If your ever in Portland, Oregon, call me. I'm there when you need me okay?"

Four Pov

"Zeke, I'm not here to party, I just need to pick up some things from my old house. Besides, my flight leaves in 2 hours there's no time to go to a club."

I zone out as my best friend, Zeke, blabbers about how great the girls and clubs are in Chicago.

I flew down here from Portland to pick up some things I left when I moved.

I had decided to visit my mom, while she was working at the hospital.

I was getting ready to speak, when the door to the roof flew open.

A blonde hair girl fell to her knees, sobbing hysterically.

I had an odd sense to comfort her or help her in any way I could.

I waited a few minutes to see if she noticed me but she didn't.

"I've got to go Zeke." I hung up without waiting for a reply.

I walked over to the blonde girl, afraid that I would upset her more than she already was.

She still didn't notice me.

I gently layed a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched, as if I was going to harm her.

She stared up at me with beautiful blue-gray eyes, fogged with tears and pain.

She was tiny, but beautiful. She looked to be a few years younger than me.

I gathered her into my arms.

I didn't ask anything, because she was a mess, she didn't need to relive the moment that is causing this hysteria.

Before long, I had to go, I know I will never forget her.

I never learned her name or what traumatized her.

I hope I see her again.