People say "You really don't know what you've got until it's gone"; no eight year old should know the meaning of those words and yet Barry Allen did, in one terrible night he lost the persons he loves the most; his mom and dad.

Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place they say, but for him the impossible was just another Tuesday, for him it did; just like his parents he lost her.

He didn't see it coming, one minute she was standing behind him, his body her personal shield, protecting her from everything and everyone who tried to do her arm (but once again he wasn't fast enough, once again she failed her) and the other she was being thorn from his side, coldness embracing her body, Captain Cold new gun was stronger and faster than the last one, in the seconds it took him to react, it was too late, the damage was done, his Caitlin was gone.

He tried to run towards her unresponsive body, carry her away and make sure she was alive, but his muscles didn't respond, he couldn't move, to afraid of what they may find. Hesitantly but surely he made his way towards her (legs barely responding), each step he took was agonizing.

The sight that greet him both terrified and amaze; she was there resting peacefully (or so he wished), her once porcelain skin was free of its bridal glow, her luscious lips a shade of light blue he never seen before, her cheeks where absent of the blush that embellish them, she was a work, a piece complex yet beautiful, it was the perfection before his that which made him flinch, the hues of blues and white kissing her skin didn't belonged there, the warmth he associates with her touch was missing.

But he refuses to loss hope, he was Barry Allen, the men who lightning gave him abs, he wasn't going to let her slip from his hands, not today, not her life. He ran, faster than he ever had, he didn't care if he reach the speed of sound, if properties were damage because of him, it didn't matter if he traveled in time, in fact the later was what he wanted; if he traveled in time he could save her, no… he would save her —but he didn't and therefore didn't save her—.

Three minutes, for three minutes she was death (minutes? Or was it hours? ), with each passing second her heart didn't beat, the tug as his heart increase; a sense of logging he haven't felt in a long time (a logging he never wanted to feel again). When the monitor finally emitted the first of a symphony of beeps, life was brought to him, his heart hole again.

Cisco tend to the other room in search of the heat blanket, her temperature keep decreasing no mattered what they did to stop it. Her chest was leisurely rising and falling, but the flush that normally grace her cheeks was missing, the lips he was so familiar with, where a shade of light blue and not the light crimson he loves to kiss, here once pink porcelain skin, was almost translucent (as if snow had embrace her in his wings to never let her go, to never let her come to him).

Slowly her eyes opened, brown meet green and his chest swelling with joy, she was ok; his Caitlin was alive and right there, he swore to never let her side, to always protected her and never give up, because the woman in front of him was his life, she was his sun and stars.

He needs to touch her, to feel her warm hand against his own, her soft lips merging with his, dancing to the rhythm they compose all those nights ago; he needed to hold her, to make sure she was there with him, safe and sound by his side (where she belongs). He compel to his desire; he sits bedsides her bed slowly titling her head up for their lips to touch; her lips are soft against his, moving in sync, her hand rose, resting against his neck, pulling him closer, urging him to deepen the kiss, a command he haplessly oblige caressing her lower lip with his tongue, bagging her for entrance (his sweet paradise), what started as a soft and tender kiss, rapidly became passionate, his head fussy with lust and something he can't quite describe, a coolness he had never felt with her before, his legs begging to give out, black dots clouding his vision, week against the darkness calming him as hers

"Cait..?" Her names came out as a plea, for what he is not sure, he leaned down further, his breath hitching at her proximity, at the coolness emanating from her body, she was so close and yet she felt so far away from her, before he could gaze in those brown eyes that captivate his soul, his legs finally gave out, making him fall to the ground.

"My name is not Caitlin… not anymore."

And those where the last words Caitlin said to him, before darkness embrace him.