The Race [Barry Allen / The Flash fanfiction]

Chapter 0

     In a flash, she found herself in his arms, ears against his chest, listening intently to his inhumanly fast heartbeats. Her cheek against him stirred up warmth within his body. They knew that if either of them still had doubts about what they felt for one another, it was forever a thing of the past.
     Reluctantly, he released her from their embrace and placed his hands on her waist, looking down into her face. Her set of twinkling hazel eyes, short lashes, small downward turned lips-the features that gave her the beauty he so strongly worship.
     "I think," She began quietly. She bowed her head down, dragging her eyes away from his to stare at the lightning emblem on his suit.
     He swallowed hard, almost inaudibly, as his mind raced miles per second. I think this isn't working out. I think we should take a break. I think we should just be friends like before. I think we should stop seeing each other. I think it's best if I leave. I think I can't do this anymore. Or worse, I think you're still in love with her, and things can't work out this way.
     He pushed those bad thoughts away to the back of his mind, desperately trying to think positive as he waited for her to continue ; an act she might now had changed her mind about.
     She shook her head, mentally cringing and cowering. She's perfectly happy with the way they were now. She didn't want anything to change, especially because of unimportant words. She's surely not going to risk their relationship. She looked down, nervously clasping her hands together. She wetted her lips, exhaling deeply as her lover remained unmoved and bemused.
     "Yes, sunshine?" The male vigilante replied, a mixture of concern and tenderness in his caressing voice.
     She'd always been comforted by that tone, that he always used is speaking to her. But for some reasons she couldn't discern, she grew even more nervous this time. She slowly turned her head away, smoothed out her dress and adjusted her hair, all the while avoiding his gaze.
     He cupped her chin, tilting her head up so their lips met in a lingering kiss. If he intended to ease her worry, then he'd succeeded, as usual. The confirmation of assurance that she needed had eliminated all of her doubts.
     She was the first to withdraw from the kiss and stepped back, momentarily attempting to regain her composure to continue what she almost failed to say. But then there were his eyes. The eyes that had intrigued her from the beginning.
     Funny. Since when did he have grey eyes? Those were not the eyes she fell for.
     She shut her eyes tight and reopened them to check whether or not she's hallucinating. But this time, they eventually fade into black.

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     When she opened her eyes again, she still saw grey. She tried to lift her head to peek, but a wave of nausea went shooting through her stomach and she let her head fall back in dejection. She felt her body - strangely - grow lighter. She wanted to call his name, but she was too weak. She couldn't even open her eyes anymore at this point.
     Surprisingly, she could feel something enveloping her hand. The familiar feeling, fingers, admittedly distracted her from the nausea and coldness in the pit of her stomach. With great effort, she touched the hand on hers. But even that movement was too much. She finally let the darkness pull her again, separating her from whatever that was keeping her conscious.
     The last thing that flashed through her mind before she fully collapsed was his lucid, green eyes.