Let her go || Barry Allen

Chapter 8

Cammie's POV

My sides are aching and I feel like I can't breathe. I'm bent over in my seat laughing at a story Logan just told me about his time at summer camp.

"The canoe really flipped over?!" I can barely get the question out because I'm still doubled over laughing.

"Yep, let's just say that the girl I was trying so hard to impress wasn't very happy about taking a surprise swim in the lake."

That sends me into another laughing fit and Logan grins as he hands me a glass of water. I gulp down the soothing liquid in a very unladylike way but I don't really care much about my manners when I'm with Logan.

The only other person I truly felt this comfortable with is Barry...

With that thought my laughter stops suddenly and my smile is gone. I stare down at the now empty glass of water and run my finger along the edge of the rim. Logan immediately notices my change in demeanor and knows exactly what caused it.

"Thinking about Barry, huh?" His voice isn't condescending or pitiful, it's filled with understanding about the situation I'm in.

No matter how much time I spend with Logan, there's always a part of my mind that's focused on Barry. What he's doing right now... How he's handling the crime in Central City... Is he happy...   I can move as far away as possible, surround myself with hundreds of other people, but no matter how far I go or who I meet, my mind always goes back to Barry.

"Yeah, I'm always thinking about him... I'm so pathetic, aren't I?" Logan's hands grip my hands that we're covering my reddening face. He swiftly pulls them away and moves his fingers under my chin.

"Your not pathetic, not even a little bit. You've been in love with him since you were a teenager, and he's your best friend. It makes sense that you would think about him. I get it, I think about Kayla all the time. We're both still learning how to deal with it all."

My hand hold onto his from across the table. I gently squeeze them both as a way of giving my thanks. He squeezes back before letting go of them to continue eating his food.

I take this time to observe the man sat in front of me. He's got blonde hair that's styled to hang perfectly over his forehead. Very different from Barry's brown hair that's always in a perfect curved look. I shake the though from my head and look over his body frame. His tight blue button down makes his arm muscles look even bigger and makes his abs even more noticeable. His smile is white and perfectly straight and his eyes are a deep blue. He's extremely attractive, there's no denying that, but looking at him I don't find myself feeling anything towards him.

Because no matter how handsome he is, he's not Barry. And to me no guy, no matter the looks, is more attractive than Barry Allen.

Getting over him is not easy at all.

Logan finally notices my staring and offers me a confused look.

"Is there something on my face? Or am I just so handsome that you can't help but stare at me?"

Thanks to his playful remark, I'm back to laughing. Our earlier conversation starting again and my attitude is lifting. I honestly don't know what I would do without Logan. He's made this whole thing easier,  although I wish I could be there for him more. He seems much more in control of his emotions than I am. I can see that he misses Kayla just as much as I miss Barry, but he's much stronger than I am.

I only hope that if we stick together and keep doing what we're doing, we can finally move on from the people we love so much.
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Logan and I had returned back to Oliver and Felicity's apartment after we finished lunch. Both of them were at work so I didn't have to worry about them watching us while we hung out. I've got a feeling that they don't like Logan very much.

We both crash on the couch, making ourselves comfortable and putting in a movie. Dark clouds fill the sky, causing the room to darken, and it's not long before rain pelts against the window.

As thunder loudly rumbles outside, I begin to shrink into myself. I've never been too fond of storms, especially ones with loud thunder. Logan takes notice of my scared body language and turns his attention from the tv to me.

"Are you ok, Cammie? You've gone a little pale."

"I'm fine. I just don't like the thunder. I've always hated storms ever since I was little. I usually call Barry when one happens at home and he would comfort me but..."

Logan doesn't make me explain further, instead he shuffles closer and puts his arm around my shoulder. His other hand goes up to my hair and begins to lightly brush it back. My eyes close and I lean into his side. The movements are comforting and very familiar because it's exactly like what Barry does whenever he comforts me. With my eyes closed, I begin to imagine that it's Barry holding me and not Logan. Barry gently brushing my hair back and tightening his grip on my shoulder. Logan's arms around me make me feel secure but it's the thought of Barry that makes me feel safe.

With that last thought of Barry, I fall asleep.
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I hope you liked this chapter, I'm so sorry that it took so long and that it's very short. Please like and comment so I can know what you think of the book!
~Breanna