Harry, donned with his black ball cap, waits at the counter for his morning java. Things have been sporadically hectic in Central City the passed two months with those wacko criminals, and bizarre meta humans,, and the JITTERS morning caffeine will help clear his head before human conversation, otherwise unintelligent to his uncanny brain, fumbles with his tasks.
He takes his warm cup from the pretty barista, and steps away from the line of waiting customers. The innocent calm could blow haywire at any second, thanks to those dang ne'er-do-wells. Harry puffs out a breath, savoring the precious quiet. He halts in his tracks, looking across the way, his blue eyes locked on an unexpected but not unwelcome picture.
Harry's POV:
There she is. Guess she's looking for some solace too while she can get it. For all the good it will do!
She's sitting at a corner table for two by the window, focused on paperwork in front of her.
Her long legs crossed, making the end of her white jacket flow out. The rays of morning sunlight dazzling on her red hair, the color of leaves in October. She is completely immersed in whatever project she's working on. Her dedicated tenacity in the midst of such destructive circumstances is impressive, to say the least!
Poor Snow. She's been through one heck of a lot in her life. A critical mother, a father who abandoned her; losing her fiance, twice! What was his name again? Ricky? Remmy? Ronnie! Ronnie Raymond. First he supposedly died in the Particle Accelerator explosion, which scarred her for a very long time. Then she learned that her lover was morphed as a meta into another human, Professor Martin, another mentor dear to her. And when the singularity crackled, Raymond threw himself into it, trying to assist Allen in saving the city. Raymond never came back from that black hole.
Then Jay-Hunter Zolomon! That d- good charlatan Zoom in disguise! He lied to Snow!
Harry's slack jaw clenches, his broad shoulders square, and his face curls into a scowl of disdain.
He lied to her about who he really was. Not that I ever trusted him in the first place! He betrayed all of us, even I didn't see that twist coming! But the way he started to steal Snow's heart, so recently after her widowhood which still haunted her, then kidnapped her! Imprisoned her on Earth-2, in his hideout, then lied to her that Allen was dead. She'd like him.
Harry's stomach recoils at the mere thought.
She'd liked him, thought she'd found another decent man who could help ease the hole Raymond left in her heart. No one will ever take his place! And the way he wormed his pungent lies into Raymond's shoes! Snow trusted him. Maybe she believed she could actually feel again, with him. D- it! Every time I remember how happy she looked then, and next how disoriented and terrified she became after Zoom released her back to STAR LABS, how shaky, how lost, how...helpless, I want to kick Hunter's pretty ass out the window! I want to strangle him, make him pay for hurting Snow the way he did! Breaking her already shattered heart! Throttling is not strong enough word to describe my feelings for that dirt-bag!
Snow deserves better than what he pretended to give! So much better!
Caitlin brushes her heavy auburn waves out of her face so she can see better. Her rosebud lips are a soft pink today. Her dark brown eyes are so sharp, so grounded, so bright with knowledge.
Snow was the person who kept reaching out to me when the rest of Team FLASH wanted to give me the boot. She has helped me learn that it's okay to reach out for help, that it's okay to share my feelings, like my wife did. When I lost her, I closed myself off except to my Jessie Quick. Snow has a way of making people feel truly listened to, helping them to feel welcomed, and cared for. And after all she's been through, she hasn't let her numerous heartaches steal what makes her special:
her kind heart.