It was a cold night, rain pitter pattered on the ground around him. He sat in front of the grave. The grave of Barry Allen. He sighed, he put a hand on the headstone, and lowered his head, closing his once bright green eyes.
"What was the point of coming back Barry, just if we were going to lose you right after," He whispered, obviously there was no response. "You left me the ring, I can't replace you, I'm worthy of replacing you, I was there, I could've stopped Thawne, but I didn't." His breath was white and hot in the cold winter air. He looked up at the sky, and moaned.
"Barry, we need you, The Flash, I don't care that you wanted me to carry on the legacy, I'm not you," He whimpered, begging for Barry to arise from the grave, silence. Silence was louder than any noise. Silence was cruel, and all Wally could hear was silence.
"Bart's been doing fine as Kid Flash, I got a second protégé, his name is Nate, the only spare suit we had was the Impulse costume, it's a size too small on the kid since he is older Bart by couple years," Wally said, laughing a small bit, "Iris is hurting, she doesn't speak about it, but she's taken it the worst."
"I don't know about the League, they seem to be fine, Bruce, wow weird calling him by his name, offered me a spot at the table, I know that when Hal sees me in your seat he's probably thinking of killing me or pushing me off the chair because I'm such a fraud." Wally sighed again, he caressed the flash ring, the one that held the Flash uniform, the one that Barry left him in death.
"I'm not a hero, you are, I'm not the flash, you are," Wally said, breaking into tears, "I'm not you."