He couldn't take it anymore. Barry Allen had all these emotions bottled up inside of him, clouding his judgment, causing him to do the unthinkable. He messed with the timeline and altered the life he once knew, but apparently, having to painfully lose his parents once more wasn't good enough. Now, he has to live with the burden of his recklessness, having every second be a constant reminder that things could've been different if it weren't for his meddling. The hardest part? He lost the one thing that's been constant, the one thing that's been making the pain easy to endure, the one reason he's gone through so much to restore his reality, only for it to be taken away from him too... Her love. || © aesthxologist , 2017 || the flash fanfiction || post-flashpoint ||