A Distance [G.G. media story]

Fifty-five; Real life

Nicki

    I walk across the lot, still dressed in my silver blade outfit. I got to the trailer labeled Barry Allen. I sucked in a deep breath and held my fist up and knocked on the door.
    A few seconds and the door opened, Grant was a mess. His hair was messed up, he had a stained shirt, and he had clearly cried.
    "Nicki?" He asks, shocked.
    "Could I come in?" I ask, he moves out of the way and I walk in.
    "I-" he sighs, "I'm sorry that I made it all public"
    "No, it's fine. I made it a bit public as well" I say. I sit down, he sits down in front of me.
    "I want to-" I cut him off.
    "Grant, I love you" I say. He stops and stares at me. "I love you so much, it hurts. It hurt when I saw the picture of you and Summer kissing. Grant, I'm hurting"
    "Nicki, are you?—" he trails off.
    "I'm sorry, Grant. I can't hurt anymore"