Author's Note: Hi! So this is my first time posting, and I must admit, I'm legitimately nervous to do so. If you happen to like it, let me know? Thanks much, folks! :)
The last time I ever saw Wally West was the day before I was to take his best friend's name, when I told him that I loved him and then broke him to pieces. I confessed, he meant the world to me. But we can't do this anymore. I can't. I ignored his drowning eyes and asked him, how could we do this to Richard? I had to marry him tomorrow, there was no other choice.
I'd started to leave, but Wally called out, telling me that I did have a choice. I had a choice, and it was him.
It's always you, Wally. It always will be.
But you know what? I ask him. Do you know what Richard thinks I'm doing right now?
You do. I know you do, because he wanted you to throw him a party, too, like the one he thought my best friend was throwing me. But you couldn't, you coughed, you were 'sick'.
Well I'm not partying with my girlfriends, and Wally isn't sick. I'm done lying, and I can't stand it anymore.
When he asked if I would tell, I shook my head no. We owed Richard at least that much, not to tell him. It would break his heart.
Irony at its worst. Ha ha.
Wally looked away as I left the hotel room, closing the door on him behind me.
The next day was supposed to be the best of my life. The gown was suffocating me, and I certainly didn't feel like I was glowing as the happy bride should be.
Wally never showed up. I wasn't expecting him to, deep down, but Richard couldn't understand where his best friend could be.
Please stay where you are, folks. We're just having some minor difficulties.
Richard called. He called so much his phone's battery light started blinking tiredly. But Wally didn't answer and nobody knew where he was.
I called. The line rang once, and he answered.
Wally.
"I bet you look beautiful in your dress." You sound miserable.
"It's killing me, actually." So do you.
"Don't be sad."
When I returned to Richard, he asked. Of course he asked. But no, I didn't get a hold of Wally.
The postponement date was set. Really, Richard, I understand. The wedding can't go on without the Best Man, right?
I wept until I fell asleep, that night.
The next day, the police pulled Wally's car from the Pacific, roughly a thousand feet of jagged cliff below the winding road. The twisted guard rail hung over the edge, leering and wide above the crashing waves.
The police filed and closed the case with the logical assumption that the driver of the car had lost control on the road's curves. Had gone through the guardrail and over the cliff.
They're sorry for the loss.
I identified the body to indeed be Wally R. West, though the dull, sunken eyes were lacking that warm sapphire shine. The waxen blue-tinted skin didn't fit quite right.
I returned to my apartment, feeling gutted and forlorn. Love is spelled like lost is spelled like alone; try to guess which one hurts the most.
There was a missed call and recorded message on the answering machine. Wally's voice screamed at me through the speaker, asking, what about his heart? Didn't I care what I did to him? Telling me through choked howls that he loves me, saying that he doesn't know how and doesn't want to learn to live without me.
Tell Richard he's sorry. God, goodbye.
One nanosecond of metallic ripping, and a splash, and my entire body was wiped numb before the line went dead.
Author's Note 2.0: For the record, I guess it's supposed to be in Jinx's POV, but I really didn't think about that too much.
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