Made for you Arthur Curry LS

Father

Lizzies POV

All I remember was a white light and then darkness. It was pitch black. It felt like I was floating. Floating in darkness. Where was I? Where am I? Am I dead? Did I die? I did, huh? Freaking ugly ass giant killed me. Great. Now I'm here stuck, floating in fucking darkness. I was bored and I was hungry, I was cold. And I wanted to go home. I missed my family.

And then there was light. A bright light. I covered my eyes to shield my eyes. It was too freaking bright. I opened them again. I could feel the grass on my toes. I could feel the breeze on my skin. I let my eyes adjust. But when I did, I was in the shock of a life time. I was at my own fucking funeral! I saw a picture of me on a Stand. I saw most of my friends and family there. Which wasn't much. It was only the team, Arthur, Bruce, Barry, Alfred, clark and his mom and Lois. And that was basically it. I didn't get out much. So I wasn't surprised when not a lot of people showed up. But why were they there? The two of them blamed me for Clark's death. Why should they be able to be at my funeral, when I couldn't even be at his? That's a load of bullshit. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared.

I watched as Clark got up and walked over to the stand. That when I noticed that he had tear stains on his cheeks. His eyes were red from crying. His hands were shaking, his breath was shaky. I hated that I did this to him, but I was the exact same way when he died. I watched as he cleared his throat. "Elizabeth Allen was my best friend. She was my sister, in everything but blood. She was basically my everything. She saw me, she didn't see Superman, or the alien from outer space, she saw me, Clark Kent. And I never got to tell her that, I never really told her I loved her, I never thanked her for bringing me back, and I never got to tell her that I was sorry for leaving her, for having people blame her for my death, when it was not. Elizabeth was my partner, my partner in crime. We fought side by side. She would always curse at me when she was worried, even in her last moments, all she did was worry about others, and never about herself. She found love, she found happiness and that was all taken too soon from her, and I should have saved her, but I didn't and that will always be on my conscious. I'm sorry Lizzie, it should been me, not you. I understand now, how it is to lose a loved one, I just thought it wouldn't be you, we made plans for things in the future. To fight by side. But I guess the universe had different plans. I was glad that I was able to fight by your side one last time. I'm going to miss you sis, I love you. And I'm sorry, you were the one person I didn't save, and I would take anything back to save you", he said as more tears rolled down his cheeks.

I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes. It wasn't his fault. It was that assholes fault. Not his. I'm just glad it wasn't him that had to die.

I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Well tried to, my hand just went through him. "It wasn't your fault Clark", I whispered. I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me. I then looked at Arthur. It pained me to see him like this. He didn't look like the Arthur I knew and loved. He looked like he was in pain. And I knew it was because of me.

I watched as Barry took Clark's places he sniffled and wiped his eyes. "My sister never took much from people, she was one of those people that stood up for people and never took shit from no one, that's probably why we fought so much. Ha. My sister was my best friend. She was there before my powers, and she was there after. She was there when our mother died, and when our dad got put in jail for something he didn't do. She was always there for me. Always watching out for me, making sure I ate, I showered, made sure I got out and did things. She was the best sister I could ever have. And now, now I'll always be living with a void in my chest, knowing she's gone. But I know she's not hurting anymore, I'm going to miss you Lizzie, so much. I love you, I love you so much. Till the next time we see each other, it'll be when I'm old and gray", he said as more tears rolled down his cheeks. He sobbed. I tried not to cry. It was hard to see him cry over me. When he cried I would too. So it was so hard for me to watch this. I wiped my eyes of tears.