Shadow of Love (Barry Allen Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: Heartbroken - Part 1

The next day I can feel the nervousness taking over my body as I wake up. I recall telling myself the night before I would finally confess my love to Barry but I wasn't quite sure I could get it over with. It's not as easy as it seems. Jeopardizing the friendship of the person you love most isn't that simple, but bottling up emotions for so long isn't either.
I try to take my mind off it by continuing my daily routine. Just as I'm about to leave my apartment, my phone rings. It's Barry and it doesn't take me more than a second to pickup. "Good morning," I say in a soft voice as I can feel my cheeks blushing. "Hey Abby, I just wanted to let you know you have another day off work. They still haven't cleared the place up, they're still investigating." I smile to myself hoping we'd spend the day together just like before, and if we do it'll be so much easier to tell him how I feel. "Oh, do you know for how long they're gonna keep this up?" I try to make small talk before I suggest we spend the day together. "Depends. I don't think they'll clear the scene today though, it might go on all week." I smile at the sound of his sweet voice. "So, I've got another free day, what about you?" I ask trying to sound completely casual. "Kind of. I just got off this scene and have to go investigate another one, it's been a tranquil week for Central City." I take a deep breath as nothing but thoughts of me telling Barry I love him swirl around in my head and I start to feel that spending the day with him isn't such a great idea after all. "So, think you'll be free most of the day?" I bite my lip awaiting his response anxiously. "Sure, wanna go catch a movie and dinner later?" I close my eyes slowly as I imagine the perfect evening by his side. "Sure, how's 5 o'clock?" I ask once again, casually. "Perfect." And so he hangs up. I spend the rest of the day going through every piece of clothing in my closet and still not being able to decide on what to wear. I finally end up choosing a pretty dress to wear and hope maybe Barry will bother to make a compliment about it. I shower and spend so much time working on my makeup and hair that I loose track of it. I spritz sweet perfume over myself and take one last nervous look in the mirror before I head out to meet him.
I park my old car near the movie theater and as I approach the entrance, I can see Barry from afar. He's standing there alone with both his hands in his pockets as I notice he stares attentively at a sweet couple that is sitting in a bench across the street. As I walk closer to him, I call his name. He removes his sight from the couple and looks at me with a smile, before raising his eye-brows. "Abby, you-you look beautiful," it isn't long before I can feel my cheeks flushing. I smile at him as I bite my lip softly, "You look handsome too," once again I blush as the words come out of my mouth and my heart beats so fast I'm afraid it'll pop out of my chest. "Thanks, but I-I have on the same clothing I wore to work, if I would've known you'd dress up so nicely I'd have put on some perfume or something at least," I look at him and realize he's pleasantly surprised at how I look. He's stuttering and I can feel his eyes following me. His attitude makes me so happy, the feeling is nearly indescribable. "Don't worry, you look fine, maybe I should've come more casual after all it's just a movie and dinner," I blush for the thousandth time and drag my hand across my face, feeling that maybe I exaggerated with my outfit. "Don't worry, you look great, really," he puts his hand over my shoulder softly and I try to hide my enthusiasm by acting as laid back as possible. "Should I get the tickets?" I ask before awkward silence floods the space between us. "No, no, I bought them already, don't worry," He takes them out of his back pocket and hands them to the man receiving them as we look for a place to sit. We choose a rather discreet spot where it's just the two of us. Besides our awkward encounter before the start of the movie, nothing else relevant seems to happen.
The movie ends and we leave to dinner. "They opened up this really nice place a few blocks from here, it's Italian, wanna try that?" He asks as he shrugs his shoulders. I nod as I glance him a half-smile. We arrive there and I find that Barry had already made a reservation hours before. "Right this way Mr. Allen," the hostess leads to a beautiful booth next to the window, from where a beautiful view of Central City awaits. Barry and I take a seat simultaneously across from each other. "You didn't tell me you made reservations," I smile at him trying to find his stare. "I wasn't sure you'd wanna come so I didn't tell you," He confesses as he gestures with his hands. "Oh," I nod gently before taking the menu and choosing my meal. It isn't long before I make my choice and the waitress comes to our table to take our order. "I'll have raviolis and lemonade," I tell the waitress before handing her the menu. "I'll have what she's having," Barry points at me and smiles. The evening passes by slowly and comfortably, just as I pictured it, even better. Soft romantic music plays in the background and I feel as if I'm having a date with Barry. We talk about random things and enjoy our meal as twilight creeps up on us slowly. I can see the lights in Central City, slowly fading away, one by one and people leaving the restaurant until it's only us and maybe two or three other customers. Just when we're ready to take off and Barry's going to ask for the check, I decide it's time to tell him.
I cup his hand in mine and then look at him, smiling gently. He does the same, and mistakens, as usual, my gesture for something solely friendly. "Barry, I have to tell you something," I run my hand through my hair and think of how to use my words correctly, without completely screwing up our evening. "I am in love with you, Barry. I have been for a long time now. I didn't know how to tell you because I was afraid, I am afraid," the second I finishing voicing the words I look at the ground, finding that I am unable to even slightly look at Barry. "I have to confess something to you Abby... I-I had made reservations to bring Iris here. Everything I did with you tonight was something I had planned with Iris. I was going to tell her how I felt tonight but she bailed out on me as always," he looked at me, with a serious expression planted on his face. I could slowly feel my lips shaking and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I stared at him emptily, somehow expecting for something to come out of my mouth, but nothing did. It was a feeling of emptiness that filled me in that moment. I wiped the tears with my hand and I left. I walked as fast out of there as I could. I exited the venue and nearly ran. I walked so fast I tripped and fell to the ground. My dress ripped from the bottom and the rough cement scraped my knee. The blood dripped down my leg and I saw the few people that roamed the streets just look at me, with pity written all over their face. I had been completely humiliated. Barry Allen, the person I loved and trusted most had let me down.