The Ones We Love

Lost

Barry Allen.
He had it all.
Job.
Family.
Friends.
The Flash.
Iris.
Life was good.
Until he lost it all.
He can't complain. It's what he chose. He thought that they would all be safer without him drawing people in that harm them. Sometimes he remembers what Joe had told him when he was a kid.
"It's ok to run the other way."
So thats what he did. Sometimes he wonders why he chose Star City.
Part of him came here because he knew that the city didn't need the flash. They already have the Green Arrow.
The other part came to find himself. All of this started when he was struck by that lightning, so he came to the place where he was before. Maybe he would find part of the boy he used to be.
He was staying in a hotel room listed in his dad's name. Maybe that would by him sometime. It was late, and he was going to bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and took a picture out of his pocket. It was a picture of him and Iris. He knew that she was awake, and that she wanted to see him, but he couldn't see her. Not now.
Maybe not ever.
Barry Allen.
He has nothing.
Just him.
And a picture.
That reminded him of everything that he lost.