The Impossible

10

I decided to walk to Jitters because I didn't want to seem too eager and sit there like a weirdo while waiting for Barry to meet me. The walk wasn't too far and I could enjoy looking around at the city as I walked.

I felt so giddy inside because I was going to talk with Barry. I don't know why I get this way. The last time I saw him alone, I was in his arms crying. I never cry in front of people, but for some reason, I leaned to Barry for comfort. 

Granted, he was part of CCPD, so that helped a little. But when we got back to S.T.A.R. Labs, he took care of me, giving me food and water. But he weirdly ran off and that's when I came into contact with The Flash.

Barry is one of those people who you refuse to like because you know you have no chance or it's just silly to think that there could be something there, but you have a small secret crush on them or something. I'm not saying I have a crush on Barry, but he's one of those guys you just can't shake.

We wouldn't mix well together though. He's sweet and caring and has all of the noble characteristics. I'm rude, stubborn, straightforward, everything that is opposite of Barry. Everyone must be out of their minds when they think we're the perfect match.

I've only known him for about a month, maybe less. There's nothing but a small seed that doesn't want to grow. We are better off as friends who occasionally flirt with each other. Nothing more, nothing less.

That doesn't mean I can't get excited to see him.

I walked down the street, looking down at the ground so I didn't have to face anyone who walked by, and so I didn't step on anything that would make me fall from my heels. I don't know why I constantly wear heels if I hate them so much.

But what caught my attention was the sudden sound of glass shattering and multiple people running and yelling. I picked my head up and saw a hooded man standing in front of the building that had pieces of glass falling like rain.

My heart pounded as I watched from a distance. I was close and my feet were just a foot or two away from the fallen glass, but I was much further from the man. I looked up at the building, blocking the sun from my view as I looked up at the destruction.

I heard a cop car in the distance I turned my head toward the man. He stuck out his hand and a sort of wave came out of his hand and hit the car next to me, shattering the windows and the car. I gasped and looked over at the sign he was standing in front of.

It was Rathaway Industries. 

My heart was practically beating out of my chest while my mind pieced this all together. I looked at the man and the very clear sight of Hartley. He looked at me for a split second and I felt my stomach drop. The cop car became louder and Hartley quickly turned his head toward that. Even the split second he saw me, I felt like I was in danger now that he knew of my presence.

He shot the cop car with the beam, instantly making the cop car stop and the hood blew back, causing smoke to escape it. I gasped again, wanting to get out of here. More cop cars were approaching, so I felt a little safer.

"I see you, Aspen. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Hartley said as he looked over at me. I felt my hands start to get clammy and my breath started to pick up. He fully turned to me now and started to walk toward me.

My mind was screaming at me to run, but my body wouldn't let me. I looked between Hartley and the cop cars and watched as the cars came to a stop and the policemen got out of the cars.

"Get down on the ground!" One of them shouted through a megaphone. Hartley stopped in his steps for a second and turned around to face the cars. He threw both of his hands out, the waves escaping his palms and hitting the car, breaking the windows.