Hi, guys!

I just had an idea for a one-shot and I thought you guys would like it.

It is extremely short, but that's the point.


A ten-year-old Tobias Eaton was walking through the Abnegation sector. He was heading home, walking behind the equal looking gray houses, hidden from everyone.

Eight-year-old Beatrice Prior was running home. She was not supposed to run, so she was taking a shortcut behind the houses.

They were both distracted. Tobias was thinking about his father, the man that participated in the Council, the man that hit him if he did something wrong. Beatrice was enjoying the wind in her face so much to care about anything else.

They were in opposite directions. Needless to say they bumped into each other.

Tobias took a step back, which prevented him from falling.

Beatrice, in the other hand, went straight to the ground, flat on her back.

The boy looked at the mumble of grey clothes that came running at him. He came to her side, aiding the girl that tried to sit up.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

A girl in Abnegation standard clothes, her blond hair in a tight bun and a pair of grey-blue eyes that made him gasp.

So beautiful.

He had never seen such a beautiful pair of blue eyes. At least, he didn't remember.

She looked at the boy kneeling in front of her. Worried, she looked him over, looking for any injuries. Though he never fell, he could be in pain. His clothes were intact and he wasn't holding any part of his body, which meant he wasn't in pain whatsoever.

He had dark Abnegation short hair, a worried expression in his childish features and dark blue eyes. She stared at them for a few moments. And then she remembered that he had asked her a question.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she politely answered, like her parents taught her. "How about you? I am so sorry for running into you. I never meant to hurt you, I apologize."

He smiled, "I'm alright. I think you took the worst since you fell. How's your back?"

He seemed really worried about her condition, which, coming from Abnegation, wasn't new. But he seemed to care about her only, which was new.

It hurt a little, but nothing that wouldn't heal. "It's okay. It looks worse than it is."

He helped her up and they said their goodbyes.

That night, all she could think was the beautiful boy with dark blue eyes.

And all that crossed the boy's mind was the pair of beautiful grey-blue eyes and its owner.


Yes? No?