A Feather From Your Heart [Barry Allen And Catlin Snow] | Snowbarry Fanfiction

Chapter 36 : Scarlet Rose

[Caitlin's p.o.v]

I take a sip of French wine from the crystal glass. A slow music plays in the background slowly. I check the time on my phone. It's quarter past eight.

Hunter's still not here.

I take out the compact powder from my black silk purse. As I observe myself on the small mirror, I noticed how much this eyeshade goes with me.

"Maroon's a good color on you"

I vaguely hear it on the back of my mind. His voice filled with eternal passion, deep as the ocean. Not broken but smooth as silk.

I don't understand why I keep thinking about him. I try to get him out of my head. But Barry Allen is not something you can forget so easily.

I knew it, better than anyone.

Everything around me reminds me a memory of him, of us. That rose on the top of the table.

[Three Years Ago]

Khut-khut

I slowly open my eyes. For a second I see nothing but darkness. But slowly my eyes gets used to with the darkness. I see the still ceiling light above me. I turn my head right to see the time.

Two fifteen.

I still hear the noise. My feet slowly touches the chilly surface of the floor. As I went closely near the joint balcony with my bedroom I see shadow of a figure behind the curtain.

I feel my heart jumping right to my throat. My breath gets heavier. I grab the piece of paperweight beside me.

My fingers quickly removes the curtain and my other hand gets up with the paperweight to immediately hit this most probably criminal trying to break in my house.

But I just find Barry Allen screaming in front of me.

I scram back.

"What are you doing here?" I yelled as soon as I recognized this figure.

"I just wanted to come...visit you" he said with a not good excuse.

"Barry," I muttered sharply realizing the time and how we shouldn't be yelling. "Do you know what time it is?"

He stammers but can't come up with any excuse.

I look at him still expecting an answer.

He sighs and gives up, "Fine," he takes out a scarlet rose from his back. I've never seen a rose this red.

"I was walking by the lake when I saw this," he holds out the rose on top his hands to me. As if it was a sword he wanted to honor me with.

I slightly touch it, and our fingers brushed for a second. I look at his ocean green eyes filled with spark.

"I've never seen a rose this red, and lively" I looked at it. The color was like fresh blood.

He gulps nervously and looks right in my eyes.

"And you know how I always say," his eyes so sharp for a second I fear it might spear through my eyes and look right into my soul, "Maroon is a good color on you."

Before my mind could take everything in he was poof! in a flash. My hair was flying behind and I stand there in my balcony the middle of the night, with a scarlet rose on my hand.

[Present]

"Caitlin"

I come back to reality as soon as I heard the voice. Hunter sits in front of me.

"Did you hear anything I said?" He looks at me.

"I'm sorry I was thinking about a project I'm working on. When did you come?" I blurted out.

"Right now," he takes a sip from his wine, "I said I'm sorry for being late this program was going on in my office and I couldn't leave."

I silently look at the time. It's nine.

"You look really beautiful today" he says.

I smile.

"Different?" I ask him playing with my eyebrows.

"You always look beautiful but I don't know something is extra pretty" he sharply observes "might be the dress."

I smile in a faded way.