Nine Months Later
BARRY WAS FAST, REALLY FAST. He thought he was going to die after being struck by lightning, but, instead, he was running faster than he had ever been and he got abs. After running out of the Central City Police Department, he ran straight to Star Labs, but he stopped when he reached the abandoned parking lot of the infamous building. He didn't want to tell Dr. Wells that he was that fastest man alive, not yet.
He needed time to think about what was happening to him so he ran the other way. He ran towards the one place where he felt safe. He had hoped that she would be there waiting for him. Things didn't go well last time they saw each other and the nine month long coma did not help with the situation.
Does she know what happened to me? Is she still mad at me for what happened between us? His thoughts were running wild as he ran through the never ending highways of Central City. He kept running until he reached his destination. He slowed to a stop and stared at the abandoned bungalow house in the middle of the woods. They accidentally found it a while back when they were out combing through the woods one afternoon.
It became their rendezvous spot. They both knew where to meet when the other one was feeling horrible or miserable that day. He stayed in his place and tried to familiarize the house in front of him. It has been a long time since he saw this place and it still felt like home. The outside may look horrible, but the inside was different.
Tress loomed over the house giving it a haunted look. The wood paneling looked like worse than the last time they were here. He tried looking through the window from where he was standing and saw nothing but dust blocking the way. It would usually be clean whenever he visited because she would clean them when she had been waiting for him. The dirty windows were a sign that she hasn't been here for a long time.
He sighed and walked towards the house. Leaves crunched under his foot and every step he took he felt his stomach fall deeper. He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know if the inside was still the same. They had an amazing friendship and it never became more until Barry decided to do the most stupid thing in the whole world: fall in love with her.
He didn't mean to and he knew it was too fast to fall in love with a girl. They only knew each other for a few months and he didn't even know if she ever felt the same way. He never got the chance to ask because she—
No. He couldn't say it. It hurt. One thing he missed while being in a coma was he didn't get to feel any pain. He was at peace, but, now, that he was awake he could feel everything all at once. It was safe to say that his feelings for her were slowly fading. He didn't love her like he did months ago, but he still liked her. He still cares about her.
He had moved on from her and he was slowly gaining feelings towards his childhood best friend, Iris West. Yet, he still can't change the fact that what he did last time was wrong, but he would do anything to see her and say sorry for what he had done.
He didn't know where she was. He tried not to feel sad about it, but he can't help but miss her. Despite his unspoken feelings towards her, he still loved their friendship. He was one of her best friends. She was just like Iris and people like Iris were automatically cool with him.
He stopped in front of the musty old door and lifted his hand to grab the rusting knob. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The slowly rotting door creaked open and dust floated in front of his face. He let out a cough and brought both of his hands up in front of his face to wave off the flying dusts. With one last cough, he pushed through inside and was met by darkness.
Well, it wasn't that dark, but that was how it felt for Barry. His face fell when he noticed everything inside was a mess. He stepped inside and kept the door open because the light from the outside was the only thing lighting the whole room. He looked around and saw that the blanket that was once in front of the fire place was now at the corner of the room.
She was here, he thought. He let out a smile knowing that she visited this place. She didn't forget. He took a step forward and felt that he stepped on some glass. He quickly looked down and noticed that he did step on broken pieces of glass. He scrunched up his eyebrows and bent down to take a closer look. He was a CSI and he knew something had happened. He examined the broken pieces and picked up a shard. He brought it above his head because it was too dark to see it properly. He craned his neck up and slowly turned the piece slowly. It didn't look like it came from the windows and it was too thin to come from a drinking glass.
He brought the glass down and let out a frustrated sigh. Where the hell did it come from? He shook his head and dropped the glass. He stood up and continued walking further into the bungalow house. He went to the black leather couch that had lots of holes in it. Foam from the inside was spilling out. They always covered it with a blanket, the blanket that was in the corner of the room.
He turned his head towards the blanket that lay messily on the floor. Dust gathered on the blanket that used to be white. He walked over and bent down to pick up the cloth. His hand closed around the edge of the blanket and he stood up. The stared at the blanket and smiled as memories flashed through his mind. It was her blanket.
He turned around to walk away, but stopped when he stepped on something hard. He looked down and his breath hitched. It was picture frame. He frowned and let go of the blanket that fell next to his feet.
He bent down and picked up the edges of the picture frame. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that it was the first time in a long time that he saw her smile or the fact that she threw the picture away. He pursed his lips and did his best not to cry.
She was miserable and, for the first time, he wasn't there for her. He closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh. His chest felt so heavy and he didn't know what to do. He looked down at the picture again and the corner of his lips quirk up but fell quickly.
The photo was taken during her birthday. Four months before everything went to shit. Since the glass in the frame was shattered, he brushed his hand over her face. He smiled sadly and let out a small laugh as he remembered one of her jokes.
A tear drop fell from his cheek and landed on the edge of the frame. He lifted his hand and brushed away the tear. Fuck, he didn't know it would be this painful. He stared at her light blue eyes and admired her long black hair. He wondered if she cut it short or not.
He wondered if she still looked like this. If she was still the same girl he met that day. He hoped that she hadn't changed at all. The thought of her being the same made him smile. This gave him hope that he still has the chance to change things between them. He still has her number in his phone and he was excited to call her soon. Okay, maybe, now.
He tucked the picture frame between his arm and the side of his body. He reached in his pockets and grabbed his phone. He unlocked his phone and pressed on his contacts button. He scrolled down until he saw her name.
He clicked on her name and pressed call. He brought the phone up to his ear and waited patiently for her to pick up. His heart was beating so fast and he actually didn't know what to say to her when she picks up. He sighed angrily when it went to voicemail. He pulled the phone away and pressed on the call button again.
"Come on, pick up the phone," he muttered. No one answered and he was getting anxious by the minute. He called again and again and again.
He called seven times and still no answer. I guess she's still mad at me, he thought. He pulled the picture frame from out of his arm and stared at it again. He didn't know it would come to this. He screwed up. He needed to fix this. He needed to see her, but he didn't know where she was. He brushed his thumb over the picture and his face set in stone.
"I'm going to find you. I promise," he said. His voice was full of promise. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. She may not be his happy ending, but she was his best friend. That was enough for him to keep him going. They had history together and he was not going to lose that.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Flash. All rights goes to the CW.