❝ IT'S NOT TOO
LATE TO, TOO
LATE TO SAVE
YOU. ❞
The moment Violett Hale heard Barry Allen's voice, she knew she was in trouble. She tried, but she couldn't resist the mellifluous sound coming through h...
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seven | hurts like hell—fleurie
Today's a bad day. I don't really know how I gathered the will to get out of Caitlin's house or the labs in the first place. This is one of those times of the year that I dread the most when I visit new earths: Christmas. It always brings back memories that instead of putting a smile upon my face, bring tears to my eyes and this time it's going to be worse, I can feel it. I had to run out of the Cortex when I saw how beautifully decorated it was and seeing the team giving the final touches to the Christmas tree disheartened me, for it reminded me of the last Christmas on my earth.
Roman, Ward, Tanner, Eliza, August, Jai and Barry; we spent two days decorating our headquarters and we and the city were lucky not to have some crazy metahuman that day. We spent an entire afternoon cooking, baking and fooling around at Roman and Ward's place; back at home with Barry we sat in front of a fire and watched the snow fall until the sun came up, curled up in the sofa next to the window. It was magical. And it pains me that I'll never experience another magical moment like that.
I sit on a park bench in front of a lake with my knees pulled close to my chest. It kind of reminds me of my little spot in the Speed Force, not quite because it's far from quiet here, I have H.R. shouting encouraging words and instructions to Wally as he holds a stopwatch in his hand. I idly look up to the yellow lighting that runs on the tranquil waters of the lake, but I'm feeling so down to even bother to keep looking.
"Run, Wallace, run!" H.R.'s voice drills into my ears, "You got to torque to the left!" He continues. In another universe, in another time, in a very similar situation, I would be the one training and my Barry the one shouting: "Run, Vee, run!"
"How'd I do?" I hear Wally ask when he skids to a halt behind me.
"How'd you do?" H.R. says, while my eyes have filled with tears again and I try to wipe them away without them noticing, "oh, I don't know, why don't you see for yourself."
"Hold up, are you saying I'm faster than Barry?"
"I'm saying that at this point in his training, you're faster than Barry," they go on a little sing/dance celebration behind me. We started training Wally a little after the Dominators left and the kid has progressed quite fast. However, we keep this between the three of us, nobody else knows. I agreed to help training him, since that's what I used to do back on my earth, there were many speedsters in my city and they needed help to control their abilities. I feel my heartbeat picking up when I come to the conclusion that I cannot stop my tears from falling, I don't want anyone to know my past, I don't want anyone to see me like this, they'll think I'm weak if they do. This is the side of me nobody has to see, the side I can only be when I'm alone. I sit up straight and take a deep breath, wiping the tears that pool my eyes once again and do my best to stop them for a moment.
