Mosaic

Chapter 8

(Normal POV)

       The feeling of jumping from heights was not that scary. The scary part was wondering if you were going to hit the bottom or be caught or not. Allison was surprised that her life didn't flash before her eyes. Then again, the Flash, Barry Allen, had said to jump. And it wasn't before now that she realized how much she trusted him.

       Suddenly she was surrounded by the feeling of being caught securely in a pair of arms before there was the overwhelming feeling of going almost too fast and then it just stopped. Allison opened her eyes, not remembering when she had closed them, and found herself in a mostly clean apartment.

      "Are you okay?" Allison turned, finding Barry standing a few feet away from her, still wearing his Flash suit. She didn't say anything, too shook up to actually use words and form a sentence.

       She looked at his face, really looked this time, and found herself realizing how very handsome he was. She hadn't been with anyone since Scott cheated, and she had only known Barry a week. But the thought of being with this boy... man really, of giving him her heart, trusting him with all that she had, giving him all that she was, spending the rest of forever with him... it was oh so appealing. She had never felt herself wanting something as bad as she felt herself wanting this right here.

       "Allison?" Barry jolted her out of her musings. She couldn't do this. Not like this. She wasn't about to put her heart on the line knowing that this man was from another city, had another life, was only here to keep her town safe and get rid of Zoom. She couldn't fall for him, and yet, she had already jumped over the edge for him, quite literally. Her eyes widened as she realized that she needed to answer him.

       "T-Thank you for saving me." she got out. Barry nodded.

       "Are you going to be okay getting home? I mean, I can take you home... or you could stay the night. Whatever you're comfortable with." Barry rambled. "God, Iris told me I ramble too much."

       Iris. Of course there was someone in his life. Barry probably loved Iris more than anything. Allison wouldn't stand in the way of true love.

       "I'll be just fine getting home. I'm good, I don't need you to run me home." she didn't mean to sound so bitter, but here she was, sounding like an angst filled teenager. And that's exactly what she was. Barry Allen was a 25 year old man, someone who had his own problems and didn't need to be getting himself into a mess with an 18 year old girl who's only love broke her heart.

       Barry looked at her oddly, slipping off his hood, face full of concern at her sudden mood change.

       "Are you sure you're alright Allison?" Barry asked.

       "I'm fine. I'll see you Monday." With that, Allison pushed her numb legs to move, the quicker she got out of here the quicker she could go home and cry over a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and wonder when the next time her heart would be broken again was. She wondered if this was how Theo felt every time he seen Liam and Hayden kiss.