It was simply Porter's second concert. Ever. Well, how could I say "simply"? He was nervous as hell. He felt himself shiver intensely. Something felt off in his soul, and it wasn't related to the concert at all. But, he pushed it off as if it was, and who was to blame him?

He took a firm grip on the orange cup of water on the desk backstage, not even closing his eyes while sipping. He wiped his mouth lightly after putting it down and prepared himself for the screaming fans. It almost overstimulated him, but the thrill of making music and sharing his with the world hid that feeling away.

He turned to Hugo, who was smiling sadly at him, mouthing the words, "You got this." He could feel his face warm and he copy-pasted Hugo's smiling face onto his own. Hugo went on his phone, and less than 10 seconds later, he could hear happy and excited screeching, so he knew it had started. He couldn't help but peep through the stage, seeing Porter's beaming face, the same face he only saw when music was involved.

But, something…happened. Absolutely nobody, not even Porter, was aware of it. For a second or even less, Porter's irises went lavender. His head was turned at the moment, and they went back to normal as soon as he blinked.

He felt inexplicably…loose. More..free. Like he could do more and nobody could stop him. Almost lost in a world of purity and everything good.

And before he knew it, nearly 3 and a half hours had passed and it was over for the night. He wished it ended later, but also wished it would have ended earlier at the same time. It was complicated.

So, Porter and Hugo left the building, got quite a few autographs, photos, etc., but he truly felt at peace when they were both crossing the street, which was slightly bustled due to the people leaving and their talking in the background.

Porter almost never looked both ways prior to crossing, and Hugo couldn't even begin to comprehend how he was fine with that.

Well, they both heard a vehicle coming by, and they thought it was going the other way, but it wasn't. And it would have hit them if it wasn't for…

Porter glanced at the road, seeing the truck that was only a few feet and counting away from them, it was too late. He gripped Hugo's hand tighter than ever, since he knew it was for the last time. He felt burning hot tears well up in his eyes, falling down his face and onto the asphalt. Hugo turned to Porter from the death grip, seeing the truck for only fractions upon fractions of a second, not even getting to see what color it was, before…

Porter vanished, and so did Hugo. Well, it wasn't vanishing, it was teleportation. Porter teleported them both to the sidewalk, leaving the spot where they both were only less than a second ago in nothing but white-gray thin wisps of clouds, and when the truck passed, those wisps were pushed away and faded right in front of their eyes.

Porter held the faint remains of a cloud piece in his cupped hands, staring at it with glassily widened eyes that were slightly bloodshot from tears, seeing it fade away into nothing but air. Porter continued to stare at it in wonder and awe, as if it was still there, but after a minute or two of staring, he burst into tears of relief and fear.

A truck would have hit them. They could have been dead or on life support.

If it weren't for…whatever just happened. Hugo, however, stared straight at Porter very tensely. He cried for a few minutes, but then calmed down, but was still breathing shakily and hyperventilating every now and then. Then, it was time for the French man to ask, in a very pertinent and blunt tone. A tone that made Porter stop hyperventilating, maybe even stop breathing altogether.

"Porter, what the hell was that?"