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Here I am testing yet another story out... comment let me know if it is a keep :) I hope you all enjoy it! I know I have kept you all waiting for far too long!

Warning: Possible trigger warning! Sexual content and adult language. You have been warned!

This story will be given in multiple P.O.V please keep a look!

This story will be given in the modern setting, like I promised. Please comment let me know if she is a keeper. Remember the more comments I see the more I am likely to write more myself :)

To love again

About: Tris Prior had it all, wonderful friends, family, fiance and even a career. Just two weeks before her set wedding, her fiance Eric is shot and killed in the line of duty. Four years later she is set on a blind date gone bad... Leading her to a handsome blue eye man. One night of perfection or so it seems. When reality hits home, she meets her new client and her fiance to help plan the wedding of the century. Will Four marry the wrong girl? Will Tris love again? Sorry terrible at summaries.

"A few bad chapters does not mean your story is over."

"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure."


Chapter one

Eric P.O.V

I force my legs to move faster and faster. I need to catch up, I cant let him get away again. Its such a shame, this kid reminds me of me. When I was his age. I didn't have a care in the world when I was seventeen. I admit looking back, I was lucky to have walked away from so much.

I grew up in a similar home that this kid has. A father that left when just a toddler. A mother too busy to trap yet another man in a loveless relationship to even give a damn about me. It was easier to go out on the streets, do what others told me to do. At least they gave a damn about me, or so I thought. By the time I was this kid's age, I had tattoos (that I now regret), piercings (every where including places you don't want to know, that has left their scars on me), and I had been to Juvie at least twice by this kid's age. My life was going one way, down hill. I was looking at doing hard time or possibly getting killed on the streets one day. But when you are a kid, you don't see that. You think that shit only happens if you are stupid and get caught.

It wasn't until I met Tris, that it all changed for me. One look and I wanted to be better. I wanted to be worthy of her. She was the new kid in school when I met her. The first sight of her was memorizing, long blond straight hair, grayish blue eyes, small figure. She wore plain cloths, just blue jeans, and a black t shirt. But it didn't mater, she was perfect. Compared to the other girls our age, she was real and she wasn't afraid to show it. I still don't understand how I bunk like me got her attention. I knew she was too good for me. I knew she was an Angel, I had no right to want her, to touch her. But I did. It bettered me. I stopped being a stupid kid. I started working hard in school. Because of her I stopped wanting to cause chaos, instead I wanted to stop it. For her. To make the world a better place for her.

"Hold it right there, Mat." I scream out, holding my gun up. I hate having to draw my weapon, specially on a kid. But this kid (sad to say) has a death wish. His already shot two cops, killed a civilian, not to mention all the drugs he has sold to kids younger than him. "There is only one way this is going to end!" I scream out hoping my threat will scare him enough to back down.

"Yea with you in a fucking body bag, Fool." He says taking a few shots at me. I dodge out of the way or so I thought I did. The pain of a bullet is like no other. The pain sires through out my body when I look down, my shirt instantly is covered in blood.

I reach for my radio in my back pocket, "Shots fired. Officer down. Send back up. Send ambulance." I say between pants before collapsing on the pavement below me. I focus on the pain, on my breathing. Anything to hold on to. I can't die. Not after everything.

It felt like forever before I could the sirens. I just wanted and prayed to make it home to Tris. We were finally getting married in two weeks.

"Coulter. You stay with me!" I hear a voice next to me. Pressure on my chest began to be applied. "I need some help over here!" The voice yelled.

"Move aside." A deeper voice said as they moved in and began work. I feel myself being moved, rolled, lifted. "Hey. Coulter, stay with us. Open your eyes. Come om." The same voice encourages me. I try my hardest to do so but I feel myself getting colder, becoming numb. I finally manage to open my eyes but I know it won't be for long. I quickly loosing the fight.

"Tell Tris... Tell Tris I love her and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave her." I get out between pants.

"Your going to tell her your self. Just keep your eyes open, keep your heart beating. Stay with me." He says urgently working. But he doesn't understand this is a battle that is already lost. I see the black slowly creeping in the sides of my vision. My eyes feel heavy and I no longer feel the pain. The last image I see before the blackness is the name tag on the EMT... FOUR.


Tris P.O.V

I feel as though my house has become wedding central. Our large dinning room table is under here some where, I swear it is. Somewhere under all this fabric, boxes, candies, flowers, etc.

"Tris do you want these bowls large like this or smaller like this?" Shauna ask showing me her gift basket.

"Mmmm. Large." I choose. We have been at it for over an hour, filling baskets for my bachelorette party. We did out gift bags for the wedding yesterday that are taking residence now in my guest bedroom floor. I swear if it wasn't for Shauna... I don't know what I would do. The door bell forces us to finally take a break, we both laugh has our hands are cramped and stiff.

I stand slowly and stiffly make my way to the front door to see who it is. I swear if Eric sent me another bouquet of flower asking me is I still wanted to marry him... I might just kick his ass. Every day for the past week he has sent some kid of gift to the door with a message. He can be so smoochy when he wants to. But I'm not complaining. Ten years and still in love. We are finally getting married in two weeks and plan to soon start our family together.

But my thoughts all change when I reach the front door, I didn't need to answer it to know something is wrong. I see the light of the sirens coming through the window. "Shauna!" I scream out. Please don't let it be Eric. Please God let him be ok.

"What is it?" I hear her ask as she walks towards me. But I don't wait for her to be with me before I open the door. Please. Please. Please. I slowly open the door and is Captain Max Reynolds standing before me. That's when I see it. The grief, the sadness all over his face. No. No. No.

"Tris, I'm sorry. It's Eric." He says, I can see he is trying to keep his emotions at bay. Him and Eric have become close friends. They always go for drinks after work together. Max was even asked to be one of our ushers at our wedding.

"Is he hurt? Is he ok?" I say tears falling down my face. Than I see it. His face falls to the floor. He isn't ok. He isn't coming home. The last kiss we will ever share was this morning, the last time we made love was just a few nights ago, the last time I told him I loved him was before he left. My legs no longer have the strength to hold me up. I crumple to the floor, screaming and sobbing for the love that I lost.


Tris P.O.V

Four Years later

"I can not believe I let you talk me into this!" I say, get my shoes on.

"Oh come on, Tris. You need a little fun in your life. Can't always be all work and no play." Shauna says leaning against the door frame of my bedroom with her arms folded across her chest.

"A blind date, Shauna. It's not my idea of fun."I counter act.

"Tris, it's one date not a proposal." She says.

It's been four years since I lost Eric. I still expect him to come home, still think he will turn up somewhere and tell me he has been under cover this whole time. That he is sorry and he loves me. I haven't thought about dating again. In fact the only thing that has gotten me through all of this is burning myself in my work. I stop going out. Stopped hanging out with my friends outside my house. I just.. can't. But tonight it doesn't look like Shauna will falter, she has managed to set me up on a blind date at a restaurant/ bar in town. She won't take no for an answer.

I must have been lost in my thoughts again. The sudden movement on my bed next to me snaps me out of it... Shauna takes her seat next to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulder. I don't know what I would have done with out her these past few years. She was there for me when I got the news about Eric. For a long time, she didn't leave. Her husband Zeke, didn't protest. He understood, my need for her. Zeke is a EMT, you would think that because he isn't fighting fires, or in the line of shots he would be safe. But often he is place in dangerous situations himself trying to save those that cant save themselves. He would hope that if something happened to him, Shauna would have someone there for her as much as she has been there for me.

"I don't think I'm ready, Shauna." I say almost on the bridge of crying.

"Tris, it's been four years. Eric wouldn't want this for you. He would want you to be happy to be loved." Shauna gently says.

I don't know if she is right... Eric and I never really spoke about the "what if something happened." We just always lived for that day and hoped nothing would happen. I never wanted to think how it would be with me gone and he left to mourn me. I didn't want to think of him being alone or moving on with someone else for that mater. But I also know that I wouldn't want him to be alone forever, to never be loved, to never experience being a family and having a chance at being a father. Would he think the same way? Would he want me to remain his and only his til the day I die or would he want me to try to find love again? I swear this kind of thinking can give anyone a head ache.

"Alright, Ill go. But no promises." I say lifting me head up high.

"That's my girl. Don't forget the rose. That's how he knows it will be you." Shauna says reminding me.

"Ok. Right. How do I look?" I say taking a deep breath in.

"Tough as nails, Tris." She says smiling widely and proudly at me.

I don't know about dating, I don't know if this man is the right man for me. But I do know that Shauna is right. I need to try and live. Live for myself, live for Eric. I owe him that.


A/N

Alright everyone so there was the start of my new modern story line. Please comment let me know if you do or don't like it so far. Let me know your thoughts.

If this one doesn't work out I do have another story idea.

I will be alternating between updates on this one and my other story line A love like no other. So I do update every two days... so be prepared.

Take care Everyone and like always happy reading!