Beginning Note: In this short, Chloe and Barry are in an argument about Barry having to move to a new city. Barry has his powers, but Chloe doesn't.
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"If you have to go, just go!" I yelled, pumping my fist in the air. I could feel Barry's saddened and cold expression, though his back was to me. This was going to be a hard decision for him to make, and I wanted him to do what was best for him. He came home from work with this dilemma, and we were arguing ever since. He wants to stay, but I don't know why. We were just roommates, and I wanted him to go. I thought this was a terrific opportunity to start a fresh, new life after his father's death. I needed time to think, and so did he. We were nothing more than friends, so I didn't understand why this was so hard. I don't really mean that much to him.
Barry turned to me, his face red and puffy from tears. I followed his tear stained cheeks all the way up to his eyes and met his gaze, which lacked it's usual twinkle. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him. Without speaking more, I pointed to the door, which Barry stared at. His head then followed the floorboards as he sulked toward his couch, grabbed his suitcase, and trailed off to the door, dragging his feet. My back had been turned, wanting to completely ignore the fact that he was actually going. I could feel Barry look around the room before grabbing the door handle and opening it, giving one last glance before closing the door behind him. When the door closed, I fell to the floor. My eyes began to burn as the hot tears fell, not stopping. I curled up into a ball and contemplated everything. "You let him get away...He's gone forever...He never loved you..." Thoughts like this began to race through my head, giving me a killer headache. I stayed like this for hours, thinking about what went wrong and how I could have told him to stay. "He could have stayed...You could have told him no," another part of me said. But I blocked it out with another: "this is what's best."
1 Month Later:
Since the fallout with Barry, I haven't heard anything from him. It has been hard not having him here, but I managed to block out those emotions with distracting myself. I just tell myself he's doing fine, better than I am, and that's based off of what Cisco is telling me. It has not only been hard on me emotionally, but since his absence, work has been a struggle. Now, I have to pay all of our month's rent, as well as handle all of the cases. But I remind myself that this is my own fault. I told him to go and leave this all behind. I felt guilty about not letting him speak, as well as making him leave everything he's ever known. Who knows what he would have said. But fretting about it now was no use. He was stuck in a 2 year deal, making thousands more dollars a month than I would in three. And when he was allowed to come home, (rarely) it was only for a single day. And not even in that day did he come and see me.
One night, I was at home, strolling through the hallway when I came across Barry's room. I thought of him once more, and sighed. I then placed my hand on the door, feeling the designs and imperfections in the wood. I then pulled my hand away, not wanting to open up that wound. I then continued to walk down the hallway to my room. As I reached for the door handle, I stepped back, thinking about Barry and what my life could have been. Suddenly, an impulse thought in my head, I turned on my heel and walked back to the wooden door I had seen moments ago. I then placed my hand on the knob and turned it slowly, opening the door quietly. I opened the door, stepping in and examining the room. I had only been in here a few times, not paying much attention to the details. But now, now that being in here really mattered, I took attention to every little thing. I walked around, looking at the little toys and possessions that lined Barry's dresser and desk. I then sat on his bed and lay my head on his pillow, thinking about Barry and his new life in another city. New job, new people, new girl.
Laying down for a moment, I got comfortable, inhaling Barry's familiar and comfortable scent lingering on his pillow. I got too comfortable, but shifted uncomfortably when I noticed an unusual spot in the mattress. Rolling around, I noticed that it wasn't the mattress itself, but was something inside. I sat up, curiously peeling the corner of the sheets back to reveal a small envelope, addressed to me. I studied Barry's handwriting and opened the envelope carefully. In it, was a handwritten letter. I read the letter carefully, allowing each word to process. A tear rolled down my cheek as I read the heartfelt message Barry expressed. And when I finished reading the letter, I wanted more. I began to cry at the realization that what he was trying to tell me the day I kicked him out was the thing I had been waiting to hear from him the day we met: I love you. I placed the letter back in the envelope as a small picture fell out. Examining it, I saw it was a picture of us, both sporting silly faces. This had been one of my favorite pictures of us, and I was taken back to the realization he was gone. No more moments like this, no more silly times and almost kisses. Then I was reminded that he wouldn't come back, at least sometime soon. And I continued to let this thought echo through my head as I layed back down. Almost asleep, I let the sleepiness take over.
"Would this be considered tress passing?" A voice asked as I was shaken out of my almost sleep. I rubbed my eyes quickly and darted toward the figure, once realizing who it was. Barry had been in the doorway, suitcase in hand. With a thud, it fell to the floor as I wrapped my arms around his torso. I felt his familiar arms mirror my movement as he did the same, wrapping his arms around me. Feeling the warmth of our bodies together, all of those negative thoughts of Barry disappeared. I was just glad he was back, but was also confused at the same time.
"What are you--"
"I quit." With those words, I pulled away and met his eyes. His face full of seriousness, I awaited his response.
"What?" I asked, shock in my voice. I was surprised he wasn't mad that I was in here, as well as the fact that he's acting like I never kicked him out. He was acting as if the distance between us wasn't real. "Why did you leave? You were supposed to have a fresh start...A new Barry Allen."
"While I was gone, I realized something," Barry said with a pause.
"Starting a new life...New city, home, persona...It's all easy and familiar. I've been doing it my whole life. But finding that one person for you...Your soulmate...The one you'll love forever...
That isn't as easy as the rest," Barry said, a tear in his eye. "And while I was gone on this mission, seeing all these people getting hurt at their loved ones lost, it made me realize that I was in the same boat. I had lost the one I loved, and I wasn't going to live, knowing that I let her go. And yes, when I was here, I didn't come around, but don't think I didn't think of you every minute."
"What are you--?" I asked before Barry threw himself towards me. He quickly cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine, deepening the kiss. His lips moved in perfect synch with mine, my body melting to his touch. I wrapped my hands around his neck as his hands moved down and rested on the small of my back. All of our issues aside, we stayed in that moment as if it was our last. All of the sadness dispersed as we looked into each others eyes, locking our lustful gaze. Despite our situation, we let all of those feelings diffuse into the world around us with no further discussion. Barry was home, and that's all that mattered. Barry was mine...Breaking the tender moment we shared, I pulled away, his kiss still lingering on my lips. My eyes fluttered as I looked up at Barry, a small smile tugging at his lips. My eyebrows then furrowed suddenly as a question popped into my mind:
"How did you get in?"
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