shatterthoughts
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All his life he'd been running. Barry Allen never felt like he could breathe. He always relied on his feet to get him away from whatever struggles he was facing. He often seemed to be found choosing the wrong path for himself. He only felt alive when his tattered red converse were pounding against the ground, breath ragged in his throat. He never, not once in a million years, expected a drastic change to spin his life out of control. This was certainly going to change things, and for the first time ever, Barry wouldn't be able to run. He'd have to face it head on.