ALL THE KING'S MEN | BARRY ALLEN

23. SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY

❛ chapter twenty three! ❜

twenty three | something to remember me by-the horrors

I woke up earlier than everyone in the cozy West household and headed to work, firmly believing that the hectic flow of morning customers would keep my mind busy from over thinking about my small discovery from last night. Hell, was I wrong. All I've done is mechanically take orders as I come to the conclusion that Barry Allen is Savitar to then push that ridiculous theory away and then start analyzing detail by detail, fact by fact all over again and come to the same conclusion I don't want to accept.

The worst thing is that knowing immediately puts me in the obligation to tell the team, the question is: how am I going to do that? No one is going to believe me. No one would ever believe that. Once again, I take shelter in the idea of being wrong and try to convince myself that I am-in fact-wrong. I'm trying to get my mind off that topic or anything related to it so badly, however, people won't cooperate, for The Flash is the only thing they order. There's a whole list of options to choose from and everyone seems to be obsessed with the beverage named after the speedster.

Just two hours later, I sit at a lonely table at war with myself, holding a steaming mug of The Flash with my eyes staring at some point in the distance, feeling how heat radiates into my hands. I could be wrong, couldn't I? I think. I don't want to point fingers at Barry, I refuse to believe that the super bad guy is the sweet and sometimes nerdy guy that has made see life from a different perspective. But then again there's the what if, banging at my troubled brain. Maybe I should tell him first, he's going to laugh at me for believing that, or he's going to hate me. I bring my mug close to my lips only to be startled by my phone, which buzzes wildly on the table. Once I grab it, I find several messages from Cisco-SUPER SOLDIER. THE LABS NOW. URGENT. SERIOUSLY NOW-all in caps and followed by at least ten exclamation marks.

Here I was trying to avoid everyone and now I have to whoosh and face the entire team. And so I do, after using my lying skills on the manager. The second I cross the glass doors I speed all the way to the labs, feeling a hint of worry sparking in my chest by the urgency of the text and it grows when I think of every horrible possible scenario. In matter of a few seconds, I burst into the facility and make my way to the elevator that'll take me to the Cortex; I'm turning the corner when I crash into something-more like someone, judging by the pained groan coming from them when we collide and also when we fall to the ground. A bunch of profanities in my mother tongue pile out of my mouth as I get on my feet and face a very upset Barry.

"Ow! Where did you come from?" He asks as he rubs his head while rising to his feet.

"What happened? Is Iris alright? Is everyone alright? Are you alright?" I blurt out, ignoring his question and the green eyed man looks at me in complete shock.