"Jinx, please..."
Her puffy eyes and her running nose and the way her bottom lip curled in her attempt to keep her noises at bay, her shuddering frame and fingers-
"It doesn't have to be this way, Lucky. It doesn't."
"I'm not cut out - I'm not suppose to be this kind of person, Wally." Her voice cracked and shattered and seemed to waver in strength, just like the lightening, and just like the sky around them the tension was thick and almost malleable. It was hot, humid, warning of the coming storm. Or maybe it was already here. Wally couldn't be sure.
"How do you know what kind of person you're suppose to be? Your past - it doesn't have to determine who you are now, Jinx. It doesn't."
Wally tried, he tried to be heard over her own uncertainty, over her resolve, but just like the storm he couldn't be sure if he was getting through to her. She drew in a breath and her eyebrows knitted together; he could see her eyes glitter from the streetlamp they were standing under.
"It does, Wally. If I couldn't change who I was before, what chance is there that I could do it now?"
Rain drops began to spatter the pavement and the concrete below their feet, and all at once the sky opened up and began to sob, darkening the ground, and just like the sky Jinx took another breath and began to cry.
"I could save you-"
"Who said I wanted - I needed to be saved?" She snarled, her voice vicious, hateful. Maybe it was the water drenching her face and her hair and permeating her clothes, maybe it was her tone, sad and disgusted, but Wally realized something. "Sometimes, Wally, you can't save everything. Some things are meant to be broken, you know that? Sometimes, you just can't fix things. You can't."
Wally realized she was more like the rain than he'd ever thought, fleeting, momentary, relieving and also saddening. She couldn't be contained or stopped, and like the thunder and lightening that trailed the rain, she struck and left an impact and then left, leaving everything in her wake.
Her voice softened. "I can't be fixed, Wally. I can't."
And just like the lightening and the thunder, she left her impact, before turning and running, leaving nothing but corruption and ruins in her wake.