AN: Thank you so much for the reviews guys. It's always nice to hear that someone is enjoying reading this…because I do have fun writing it. This chapter is from Iris' POV, and it switches between current time and a flashback. Things are about to ramp us next chapter If I don't update this story before the holidays…have a great holiday everyone!

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Chapter Two- Diagnosis

Iris

"I must still be dreaming. You're never up earlier than me."

Lights. Camera. Action.

I turned around and beamed at dad. A smile was easier to summon than an explanation about my sleepless night. Barry said that he loved me. I couldn't think about it. Not right now. "It's the last before Christmas break. I've been up all night wrapping gifts."

It was more like, I did a bang-up-job wrapping gifts, and contemplated calling Barry a million times. The only reason that I didn't was because I had no idea what to say.

Dad was still leaning against the wall eyeing me suspiciously. My whole pomp and circumstance, "It's Christmas, I'm Pintrest baking, I'm high on the holiday!" act was not working. He was onto me.

Swiftly, I turned away from him. Please don't ask about Barry. Please. "So, I um—made this loaded omelet. You name it, it's in here." He was still eyeing me suspiciously. Grr! "It's getting cold!"

"Sweetie,"

He had the tone. The I-am-your-father-I-know-all-and-see-all tone.

I wasn't going to be deterred.

For years I've been trying to figure out how to put it into words.

Clenching my jaw, I served a mountain of food onto dad's plate. "FYI, we'll probably need to take a family grocery trip in the next two days. We're out of eggs, bacon, and cheese. And Bear…Bear, drank all the milk."

"No he didn't."

I wrinkled my nose.

"Bear's been taking the fall for you since you two were kids. When he drinks the last of the milk he goes to the story to replace it, even though he doesn't live here." Dad chuckled and took a seat at the table. "You don't."

I placed the plate down in front of him. "Enjoy!"

He picked up his fork. "Eddie dropped by last night."

"Eddie?"

"Yes, honey, Eddie, the guy you're dating."

When we discussed Eddie, dad didn't bother saying his name. Eddie's father wasn't insanely popular in Central City—a few years ago he closed a handful of factories, leaving a lot of people unemployed. That had nothing to do with Eddie though, he didn't make the decision. It was his dad.

"Did you tell him that I was with Bear?"

"I did," dad confirmed.

"Well Eddie didn't call me?" If my cell was near I would've made a production about checking for missed calls. "I'll see him at school."

"Are you and Barry okay?"

"I thought we were talking about Eddie?"

"We were, but now we're talking about you and Bear."

I had the childish impulse to stomp my foot. I loved dad, but when it came to Barry, he was intrusive. Well at least it felt that way. "We're fine. We talked about Physics, all things classified as nerd, and then we joined Caitlin and Cisco at Jitters."

"You hate going to Jitters on your day off."

"Dad!"

He chuckled and looked down. "I was doing the thing, huh?"

"Yes, you were doing the thing. I feel like I'm on a murder trial."

"Bear looked sad when he left. I wanted to make sure that you weren't giving him a hard time. You love antagonizing him Iris."

I placed my hand on my hip. "It's my job to give him a hard time. How is my loaded omelet? I don't see any dents in it yet." To appease me dad took a bite.

Now it was his turn to stage the production. He used his hands to speak when describing the food, something he probably picked up from our Food Network binges. "Savory, ripe, edible…filling?"

He was trying. That's all I could ask for. "Thank you!" I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Dad's cell phone vibrated. "West." A few moments later he grabbed his keys. "Honey, I got to go. Something's happening by the stadium."

"Okay,"

"Make up with Bear." He pointed at me.

"Dad,"

"Love you." He added.

Love you more.

It took longer than usual to get to school. Something was obviously going on in Central City—the signs were all there.

Ambulances on every corner, car accidents, and detours were just a few pre-holiday delights. Another thing I noticed was that the Central City High's parking lot was like the mall two weeks after holiday sales—deserted, because all the money was spent.

To trick myself into the holiday spirit, I put on a Santa hat. Despite my sleepless night I did feel accomplished. I had gifts for everyone. Caitlin, Cisco, Lexi, and Barry.

Barry.

I scanned the parking lot for his car, but of course it wasn't there—as long as the sun was still rising, Barry Allen was guaranteed to be late. I walked into Central City High with a mission. Hunt down my elves, and gift them graciously. Tell Eddie that we were okay, not back together, but we were okay. And whenever I ran into Barry…I needed to dig us out of this weird place. I hated weird places with Bear.

"Iris West!"

Lexi LaRouche ran over to me. She was wearing sky-high heels, red tights, and a body hugging dress that would've gotten her sent home on a regular day.

"What's up?"

"Besides the fact that the world is ending!" she dramatically flipped her red hair off of her shoulders. "I need to talk to you like…yesterday."

I smiled and nodded even though I felt like moonwalking away from Lex's latest drama. Immediately she dived into a story, without breathing, about how she lost her virginity to Tony Woodward in a Burger King parking lot. Oh girl.

"I mean it's my virginity, Iris. It's a big deal." Lexi whined.

I swore that she lost her virginity in eighth grade, but at the moment, I wasn't in the mood to challenge the many different ways that Lexi could lose her virginity.

"He didn't even call me, like…I did very unlady like things…"

"Lexi," Spare me the details woman! "Merry Christmas, elf."

I thrust a gift at her, and she took the bait like a hungry fish.

Her big green eyes widened. She shook the tiny box. "Is this Tiffany's? It shakes like it's from Tiffany's."

I shook my shoulders. Theoretically, I was a great gift-giver. I paid attention to detail. I remembered the request made in April and planned my gifts ahead of time. However, I gave the gifts that I knew people wanted; while a more thoughtful and skilled gift-giver like Barry got you the gifts that you didn't even realize that you needed.

Where was he? Was he even coming to school today? I chewed on my lip.

Lexi squealed and threw her arms around me. The wrapping paper was on the floor and she was holding the bracelet. "Can we just be lesbians and say to fucking hell with guys. You would call me back."

I smiled. "Not if you gave it up to me in a Burger King parking lot."

Lexi gasped and hit my shoulder. "Fine, I'll just marry Barry."

Down the hall, I saw Barry and Cisco. My heart literally stopped. I wanted to rush over to him, hug him, and pull him into a closet…our safe space where we could cry, get mad, or share private jokes that no one else understood…I couldn't stand this wall between us. I really needed to stop obsessing over this.

Barry stopped walking when he saw me. He stopped so abruptly that Cisco didn't realize that he was now talking to himself. I tried to fix a smile on my face to encourage him over, but he was frozen.

I cried when he told me that he loved me—I just hadn't been ready for it. How could I have been so blind?

Lexi waved at Barry. He was usually polite to Lexi even though I knew that he didn't like her. He told me a while back that in middle school she put gum in Caitlin's hair. That was the kind of friend that Barry was. Cross his friends once and you were on the Barry shit-list.

Barry turned around at the speed of light, crashing into a door. He mumbled, "Sorry," to it, and then circled back to Cisco.

"Dude, what's happening?" Cisco asked.

"I uh—thought I forgot something but I…" he was stammering and doing that nervous tick with his hands going to the back of his head.

He was avoiding me.

I deserved it. My favorite elf was heartbroken, and the hottest science gadget of the year, couldn't fix that. How the hell could I fix this?

"Did you two break up?" Lexi asked. "And by you two, I mean, the homecoming king and queen."

It seemed like years had passed since homecoming. I absently picked at my fishnet stockings as a flood of memories washed over me. I saw us dancing at homecoming. He had given me this beautiful corsage. We weren't even supposed to win.

"Barry and I were never dating."

I kept my eyes on Barry as he walked past. He looked deep in thought about something. "Hey, Barry."

"Hey, Iris." He said. Barry flashed me a heartbreaking smile. It was the kind of smile that he saved for me. The wide Barry grin that was supposed to convince you that everything was okay even when it wasn't.

Before

I had the worst day ever at Jitters. It was so awful that I had to text Barry to complain about it.

Me: A woman threw her coffee at me because it wasn't dark enough.

Barry: Do I NEED me to come down there?

Me. Maybe? How will you punish her for being a total bitch?

Barry: Tell her that the secret ingredient in her coffee is spider milk!

Me: …

Barry: Cisco and Cate would get it.

Me: Science references, over my head, Bear. I have to get back to work. PS. there is a kid in here that looks just like Chucky; he keeps batting his eyelashes at me. I am officially freaked out.

Barry: He probably thinks that you're cute :)

Me: Rude.

I had the house to myself that weekend. Henry Allen had talked dad into a men only fishing trip—Barry decided to stay. When I got home—feet barking at me, eyes crossed from rolling them at nasty people, and the desire to eat chips and ice-cream—I found Barry being awesome and cooking high-class dinners.

I used to tell Barry that he would make a girl really happy one day. In high school you rarely looked at a guy and said, "Fuck yeah—this one is husband material." But Barry was the exception. He was smart, motivated, clumsy, kind, handsome, cheesy and thoughtful. If you were having a bad day, Barry would bend over backward to make it better—and he didn't just do it for me. I'd seen him put on his superman cape for his parents, Caitlin, and Cisco as well.

"Hey, Bear."

He was standing over the stove, looking like summer. Did I mention that despite teasing him about his cooking skills—he was actually a good cook. Barry's skin was a few shades darker, courtesy of the outside science kid's camp he was volunteering at. He was wearing a light blue tee shirt and khaki shorts.

"Hey, you."

"I had the worst day over." I pouted, whining slightly, so Barry could play the part.

He obliged. Barry turned away from the stove and he held out his arms. "Hug me."

I circled my arms around him. Barry gave the best hugs. He wasn't usually the one that broke the hug either. "Do you know how happy I am to find you standing over a stove?"

"I can imagine, barefoot and domesticated." He teased.

I swatted him. For some reason Barry enjoyed teasing me about being the Alpha in my relationships. That was totally not true. "What are you making for me, honey?"

I added the last part as a joke—but Barry didn't seem to pick up on it. When we used to do couple like things, and I called him honey, he would return the comment with baby or babe, but not tonight. Someone was extra serious!

"My mom tried something new last week. I wanted to try it for you."

"It smells like heaven. I want to eat it all."

Barry's cheeks were red. "It'll be done soon, Iris."

"Thanks, Bear." I pulled my hair down. "I'm going to shower, be right back."

"Okay," he said.

I glanced over my shoulder. Barry was busy perfecting his recipes, opening the stove, stirring this and that, and checking the timer.

Everything about Barry was wonderful.

Now

I gave Cisco his gift.

His was a three-parter: a comic book, a gift card to Make-Your-Own-Gadgets (a store that specialized in selling parts for making questionable/unsafe weaponry), and a month's worth of candy. Candy was his poison.

"Iris West you are officially the Yoda to my Luke." And then he hugged me.

I giggled. "I'm glad you like it."

"I thought I was your Luke?" Barry teased.

"Uh yeah," Cisco turned to face Barry, "but Iris took your place today. Man, you're slipping."

Lexi was hovering behind us. I knew she was eyeing Barry like free-tickets to a Jay-Z concert, because I saw his eyes shift uncomfortably towards her. Lexi had this weird fixation on Barry. I wouldn't trust her with him in a dark room.

"Attention. We need all students to report to the gymnasium." The announcement broke the conversation.

Barry's green eyes, fringed behind long eyelashes, fixed on me. I smiled at him even though my stomach was in knots.

"And so it begins." Cisco said twisting open the tub of candy and offering some to everyone. I politely declined, Barry politely accepted, and Lexi insisted that she was on a juice cleanse.

"So what begins?" I asked.

"Like y'all don't know something ain't right." Cisco said.

Before Cisco could say another word a locker slammed shut behind me. Lexi screamed. Barry grabbed me. Cisco jumped back.

"What!" I cried.

I heard the sound of retching and then a cry for help. She was standing where I had just been, and she was coughing up blood.

Still screaming her lungs off, Lexi fished around in her purse and tossed a tampon at the girl. Barry's hand dug deeper into my wrist, as if he was afraid of letting me go. Caitlin broke the startled silence. She appeared at just the right time.

"Oh my god!" Caitlin went to aid the girl. Barry and Cisco joined her.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck!" Lexi cried.

"We have to get her to the nurse." I stammered. What's wrong with her.

"Help, please…someone…help me." The girl grabbed onto Caitlin's arm, staining her jacket with blood.

"Caitlin, be careful." Barry warned.

"I'll get help!" I took off running in the opposite direction. She was coughing up blood. There was so much blood—so much blood.

The nurse's door was closed. I turned the knob. It was locked. As my heart slammed against my ribcage I looked from left to right. There was no one in the hall. So I did the only thing that I could, "help!"

Mr. Diggle, who mostly everyone called Mr. Digg, jogged down the hall towards me. He must've been in the gym.

"Iris? What's wrong?"

"Shescoughingupblood."

"Where?"

I pointed, frustrated that I couldn't use my words. "Follow me." Together Mr. Digg and I circled back to the girl. I didn't even know her name. I felt like a horrible human being for not knowing her name.

A sheen of sweat was on Barry's forehead. "Mr. Digg, she's not responding."

Caitlin was checking her pulse. "She's showing signs of bradycardia. Her resting heart rate keeps dropping."

"She's not coughing up as much blood." Cisco added.

"I called 911. She needs to get to a hospital." Barry said.

I looked between them, marveling at how calm they appeared to be. Lexi was huddled in a corner, her Cashmere sweater was splattered with red, and she was clutching my Christmas gift.

"Go to the gymnasium. Students are being sent home. And send Nurse Pratchett." Mr. Digg said, remaining calm. "She's stable for now. Thank you for helping her." Mr. Digg crouched beside Barry, Caitlin, and Cisco. "I have it from here."

Cisco nodded. "Mr. Digg, she said that she's not experiencing any chest pain, but she is running a fever. You'll want to tell the paramedics when they arrive."

"Thank you, Cisco."

Lexi inched towards me. The next thing I knew she was hugging me tightly. "What's wrong with her? Do you think it's that salmonella outbreak from Big Belly Burger?"

"It's not salmonella." Barry said looking down at his hands.

Cisco nodded assertively, "Salmonellosis symptoms: Vomiting. Check. Abdominal cramps. No. Chills…I'm not so sure. She's vomiting too much blood for this to be salmonella."

"Gym and Nurse Pratchett." Mr. Digg ordered.

"I'll get her," Lexi volunteered. She tried to drag me with her, but I shook my head.

"I'll meet you in the gym."

Thankfully, Lexi didn't protest. For whatever reason she decided to toss a nasty comment Caitlin's way before getting help.

"I hate your shoes."

Caitlin shook her head, obviously choosing to take the high road.

I glared after Lexi. She took off before I could make her apologize. "I'm sorry, Caitlin."

"No," Caitlin crossed her arms to her chest. "You don't have to apologize for her behavior."

The hallway was eerily dark. It felt like…this was the last time we would be in school as students. A shiver traveled up my spine. Nurse Pratchett rushed past us.

"Gym!" she said.

We didn't budge. We were all silent until I said, "I have a Christmas gift for you Caitlin. I already gave Cisco his." That wasn't what I meant to say, but I was struggling to hold onto some normalcy. It registered now that I had dropped my gifts when the girl started coughing up blood.

"I got gifts for you too." Caitlin gave me a quick hug. That was sweet of her. "Maybe we could exchange gifts after this is all over. Christmas party at the Snow's!" Caitlin pumped her fist enthusiastically despite the fact that her eyes were sad. Blood was on her jeans too.

Down the hall, I saw Mr. Digg and Nurse Pratchett on their phones. Mr. Digg's hand was to his forehead and Nurse Pratchett had her hand to her throat.

"I think she's dying." I whispered.

"We don't know that, Iris." Barry said, as he came into the light.

Before

"I hope that you saved some room." Barry said.

It was strange noticing Barry this way. It was like the summer came and he just blossomed. My eyebrows furrowed at the ridiculous nature of my thoughts.

"Did you do something different with your hair, Bear?"

I was sitting at the table uselessly. I should be helping, but he wouldn't allow it.

"My kitchen, my rules tonight." He had asserted, using my line against me. "But, I'll let you wash the dishes."

And by dishes…he meant that he left a solitary pity bowl for me to rinse.

"I did get a haircut."

I tilted my head to the side. It was longer up front and shorter on the sides. It looked good.

"I approve."

He winked at me.

I stared at Barry for a while longer. There was something else different about him…but I couldn't place my hand on what it was.

"Your first meal is rosemary garlic butter steak with…"

"Bear?"

His cheeks flushed, "What?"

I swatted his hand. "Are you cooking for the Queen of England or me…your best-friend?"

He shrugged and then stammered, "I don't know. I'm cooking for you. It took a dozen tries but I think it's alright."

My eyebrows furrowed, "Bear, you could've just popped a DiGiorno pizza in the oven."

"Can you just try it and put me out of my misery?"

"Okay, okay." He placed the plate down in front of me. It smelled really good. "If only we had some wine to wash this down with." I was kidding, but of course, Barry being Barry, anticipated my desire for underage drinking.

"I borrowed this from my parents." He produced a bottle of wine.

"What? You stole alcohol?"

"I didn't steal, I pilfered." Barry shrugged. "I don't think they'll kill me for one rebellious act, and Joe isn't here."

"So we should drink!" I raised my hands over my head and clapped excitedly.

Barry got two mugs from the cabinet, "Oh wait…we should use wine glasses, right?"

"No, Bear. I want my wine in a mug. I'm already fancy enough with this rosemary garlic butter steak."

"Which you still haven't tried." He pointed out.

"Okay, chef. I can take a hint." I used my fork and knife to slice into the meat. When I took a bite all I could say was, "Mmmmmm!"

"Mmm?" Barry asked, eyebrows arched, and grinning.

"Yes," I nodded eagerly and hit Barry with my best foodie critique. "The texture is tender with just the right amount of firmness." He was looking at me, like I looked at him when he talked about science. "It's moist and juicy…full-flavored! And the rosemary and butter adds a nice kick to it."

Barry placed down my mug of wine and he rubbed his hands together. "So all that gibberish was your way of saying that it's good?"

"Grab a plate!" I washed down the mouthwatering steak with wine. "Eat with me."

"I'll eat later. I'm not hungry right now."

"Thanks so much, Barry." When he had a bad day I brought over bad movies, board games, and Chipotle. He always one-upped me. I pinched his side. He was too sweet.

"You can't thank me until we're finished with dinner. I have one more surprise for you."

Dinner came with three courses. Barry refused to disclose how many attempts it took him to perfect everything, but the trash had mysteriously been taken out while I was at work. When I went to wash my dishes Barry swooped in and took them.

"Barry let me do something!"

"You are doing something…you're keeping me company."

Now

The principal stood up front and he was flanked by teachers.

Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco took a seat in the middle, I would've sat with them but I saw Eddie waving me over.

"I'll be right back." I said.

Barry nodded, but he didn't look at me.

That bothered me…it bothered me enough to reach out and touch his hand. "Save me a seat, okay?"

His green eyes rested on me now. He nodded and placed his other hand over mine. "Of course."

I gave Barry a brief smile, he returned it, fractionally.

Eddie was sitting across the gym in front of Tony and Lexi. He looked sad, and I knew that was mostly because of me. I wasn't in love with Eddie—we hadn't been dating long enough for me to love him, but I cared about him, for sure.

"This is crazy." He said, in his soft voice.

I nodded and sat down beside him.

"They're sending us home by last name. Even if we drove here, they want us to take the bus."

"What?"

Eddie nodded and looked down. "They're trying to keep order, but yet get us home. Apparently it's not safe for us all to drive."

That didn't make any sense. "Did he say what was happening?" I almost told Eddie about the girl who was coughing up blood, but I didn't want to alarm him. We already had too much on our plates.

"He was vague." Eddie chewed on his lip. "I love you, Iris."

I closed my eyes. "Eddie can we talk about this later?"

"We might not get later."

The urgency in his voice took me by surprise. For the second time that day I really took in the faces around me: somber, unsure, and numb. Eddie took my hand, and I didn't pull back.

"I shouldn't have asked you to choose between me and Barry."

Yes you should have. You were right.

"I owe you an apology."

"Eddie, you don't have to apologize." You were right. I always defended Barry, even when Eddie accused him of being passive aggressive and unfriendly.

The look in his eyes was pleading. If I wasn't worried about Barry seeing us, I probably would've kissed Eddie, just to make him drop the topic.

"We're going to send home all of the students whose last names end in A-D first." The principal announced.

There was a moan that rippled through the gym.

"That's bullshit!" Tony stood up. "It's fucking Planet of the Apes out there and you fuck-ups want us to take a fucking bus home? I drove my truck to school."

"Mr. Woodward." The principal's eyes darkened. "We are following protocol, and today this is how we're evacuating the school. This is not optional." Without further commentary he told all of the students with last names ending in A-D to join him on the floor.

Allen.

I jerked my head towards Barry willing him not to move, but he stood up.

Sit down, Barry.

Thump.

Caitlin hugged Barry. She was acting like he was being sent to his execution.

Thump.

Cisco shook Barry's hand, and then went in for a hug.

Thump.

Barry sheepishly grinned. Was he afraid? I couldn't tell? I couldn't read his expression.

His long legs carried him down the bleachers. He joined the other students on the floor. There wasn't that many students because most people had stayed home. As they were ushered towards the door, Barry's head towards me.

I suddenly couldn't breathe.

For a few seconds…everything faded to black and it was just me and Barry.

I love you, Iris.

He grinned. Barry was selling me all the lies he could. And then he turned vanishing into the light.

Before

"What other surprises could you possibly have for me?"

Barry had turned off all of the lights and he was leading me upstairs.

"Just wait and see."

I grabbed onto the back of his shirt. "I swear to God if Caitlin and Cisco are hiding up here waiting to jump out…"

"Why would I invite them?" Barry questioned.

It seemed logical to me given that we were just hanging out.

When he reached the top of the stairs Barry took my hand.

"Do you remember that summer when you got sick and you wanted to go outside and play, but Joe wouldn't let you?"

"Sounds like the story of many summers."

My hand felt so small in his. Barry wasn't just holding my hand. He was squeezing my hand, stroking it, just being liberal with the way that he was touching me…

I realized then what else was different about Barry. I used to see him as a boy. Skinny, adorable, puppy, bright, shining, Barry. But he was no longer skinny—and he didn't remind me of a puppy as much as he used to. Barry had transformed into a man overnight. I stared up at him—feeling something that I couldn't put into words.

"Fireflies?" he asked, arching his thick eyebrows.

That was all he had to say for the memories to come back, my mouth dropped. "No."

"Yes."

"Barry, where?"

"Your room."

"Dad is going to kill us."

"Kill you—I'll already be dead after my parents find out about the wine."

Unable to control myself I placed my hands on his back. "Take me to it!"

Barry giggled, and it was the most adorkable sound ever.

Together we ran towards my room and sure enough Barry had re-created one of my favorite memories.

I couldn't imagine how long it took for Bear to catch fireflies in mason jars, but he did.

"Bed," he bossed.

"Bear," I sung. "This must've taken hours."

I went to touch him, but he sidestepped my hands. "Iris, fireflies don't live that long in jars." I knew that he could've told me their exact expiration date, but he spared me the science, and ordered me to the bed.

"You couldn't come outside that day, and you used to really love fireflies….torturing them."

"I didn't torture them, I just like to twist off their bulbs."

"Effectively, killing them." Barry teased.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I figured that you could use a little magic, then. Same thing for today. I don't know any magic tricks. So I recruited the fireflies to assist." Barry proceeded to twist off the mason jars lids and the fireflies flew out, flashing bright lights. He stood for a while, head tilted upwards, grinning as the fireflies danced around him.

Eventually he joined me on the bed. Now that he was close enough I wrapped my arms around him. He smelled like rosemary garlic butter steak and fresh cologne.

I sunk into him and rested my head against his chest. Barry wrapped me up securely and he massaged my back. I realized for the second time that Barry Allen was a man…no longer the little boy who used to put flowers in my mailbox.

Now

I took off running after Barry. I heard Eddie call out for me, but I didn't turn around.

The bus was pulling away.

We didn't even get a chance to talk. He told me he loved me. And I hadn't said a word back to him. We couldn't end things like this.

The end.

I could hear sirens down the road. Helicopters were flying in circles above my head.

Thump.

I was running faster than ever in these boots, but I refused to stop. Adrenaline pushed me to continue. "Wait!" I screamed. "Wait!"

Reason was out the door. All I wanted to do was wrap Barry up in my arms and tell him—God, I still had no idea what to tell him, but I needed us to at least be on speaking terms—especially when everything was crashing around us like dominoes.

He heard me screaming because I saw him come towards the emergency exit door. The bus lights flashed bright red.

Barry opened the emergency door and with one swoop he pulled me in.

I crashed into him. We didn't exchange any words. We didn't need to…because even if I wasn't able to process the sudden shift in our dynamic. I chose him, and I would always choose Barry Allen.

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