"Felicity, did you find anything new on the identity of the Throwing Star killer?" Oliver asked the moment he had stepped through the elevator. But she wasn't listening, her eyes stared blankly at her computer screen and her fingers tapped rapidly along her desktop. Her forehead was beaded with sweat out of nervousness.

"Felicity?" Oliver asked again, walking towards her.

She had to tell him, someone had to know.

But Barry would kill you

He's already killing himself

No. He wouldn't go that far, or would he?

The same conversation had been going back and forth in her mind ever since she had spoke to Barry, ever since he had told her his secret, and it was eating her alive.

One week ago- Flashback

It had been weeks after Barry had told her about Flashpoint when he came running into the foundry once again, followed by the usual flash of lightning and a gust of wind which knocked over a stack of papers that Felicity had been working on.

"Barry!" She yelled out of frustration and surprise by the sudden intruder to her work. She hadn't expected him to come, but then again she never did whenever he arrived to pay team Arrow a visit.

"Please tell me that the timeline isn't messed up again or that there's not another evil speedster you need help with because Oliver's-" but she immediately paused her words when she saw his face. Streaked with tears with his cheeks bright red Barry stood looking at her. He wore his Flash suit, making Felicity think he had just been on a mission, one that had ended badly.

"What happened?" She asked slowly. "Is anyone hurt? Dead?" She dreaded his answer.

"I can't take this anymore, Felicity" he sobbed, running his hands through his hair. "I can't take any of this anymore!" He then quickly pulled up a chair next to her with his speed and collapsed out of exhaustion into it. Felicity stared at Barry with concern, this wasn't like him.

"Ok calm down, Barry. What's going on?" She asked slowly while taking one of her hands into her own.

"It's Cisco" he breathed. "Well not just him, mostly him but it's just..." Barry stuttered, trying to get his words out. "He hates me Felicity, because I killed his brother, I killed Dante and I deserve everything that's been happening..." He sobbed and it wasn't until now that Felicity noticed the bags under his eyes.

"Barry..."

"It's like I can do nothing right. Every time he sees me he just tells me how worthless I am. And it's not just him, I see the way the rest of the team look at me, they all hate me, but I don't blame them because I hate me too" He admitted, obviously wanting to get this out to someone who would listen.

"No one hates you Barry, and I'm sure Cisco...he doesn't mean it, you need to know that" Felicity tried to tell him.

"Just yesterday he asked me why he keeps letting Caitlyn save my life whenever I get injured fighting a meta, that maybe one day I won't be so lucky and I'll die just like his brother did, except I'll actually deserve it" Barry told her.

"Are you sure you're talking about Cisco?" Felicity asked. "That doesn't sound like him" she said truthfully, thinking about the shoulder length dark haired young man, that always was the one to crack a joke to anyone that would listen.

"Ever since Dante, he's been different. Ever since Flashpoint" Barry said. "He blames me for his brother's death, and so do I, it's all my fault" he told her sadly.

"You didn't kill his brother, Barry. It's not your fault" She tried consoling him, but she doubted he would listen.

"I need to show you something" Barry said, suddenly standing up and letting go of Felicity's tight grip. He then removed his scarlet colored gloves from his suit and then rolled up both sleeves, before turning over both arms.

"Barry" Felicity said carefully while staring at his arms, her eyes steadily filling with tears. "Where'd you get these?"

Both arms were covered from elbow to wrists with scars, harsh lines scratched into his skin with what looked like a razor. Felicity found herself then slowly getting up from her seat but unable to look away from his scars. Some of them were almost faded while others looked rather new.

"Where'd you get these?" She repeated but one look into his bloodshot eyes and she knew the answer. Felicity suddenly felt herself feeling sick, out of instinct she reached for her phone along the table but Barry grabbed her hand to pull her away.

"You can't tell anyone!" He said quickly.

"Barry, you're hurting yourself! You need to tell someone" Felicity sobbed, tears streaming down her face now.

"No one would care anyways, but Felicity, you can't tell anyone. Please, promise me you won't tell anyone" Barry asked.

"Barry..." Felicity said sadly.

"Promise me" He replied. Then after a few seconds she released her grip on her phone and sat back down in her chair, Barry's phone began ringing as soon as she did. "Meta human alert app" he muttered and within seconds he was gone with the same flash of lighting, just like that.

End Flashback

"Felicity" Oliver repeated, now standing right behind her.

"Oliver, can I..." she said spinning her chair around. "Can I ask you something?" She asked him. "What do you do if someone you know, someone who's a good friend is hurting themselves?" She couldn't keep this to herself anymore, Felicity decided.

"Who's this good friend?" He asked questionably. Felicity shook her head "I can't... he didn't want to me to tell anyone, but Oliver I'm scared for him" she said through tears.

"Felicity who are talking about?" He asked. "Who's hurting themselves?"

"Barry" she said finally. "It's Barry".