Caitlin's POV

I was standing out by Barry's grave. The sun shot through my eyes, enticing tears to fall. I remained stone faced. Why does this keep happening to me? Sure you can throw a big pity party over Barry and losing his parents. Don't get me wrong, I feel sympathy for him just as much as the next guy, maybe even more, but what about me?

This is my life's story. I love people and they leave me. Ronnie: died. Twice. Jay: turned out to be evil and then died. Julian: ran back to England. Says he wants to change some of the aspects of his life. Guess who one of those aspects was? And now Barry. Ever since the lightning, I've taken care if him. We've become very good friends over the years, but now...

My stone face shows no emotion, and yet you can still tell how heartbroken I am. The first time I lost Ronnie, I had a difficult time functioning. I didn't smile a whole lot any more, I had broken down to a shell of my former self. The reason I couldn't smile was because if I let out any emotion I would never stop feeling them. So I stopped. After Barry woke up, he showed me the impossible. Not just his high running speeds, but he taught me how to be happy again.

I felt all alone after he left. I just kept staring at the stone above the freshly buried coffin. No matter how much Cisco tried to comfort me, I still felt like something was missing. That something was Barry's presence.

My eyes slowly opened up, the morning sunlight burned past their lids. I had a headache so severe I could only think of one possible reason: I had a hangover. I quickly stood up and stumbled my way to the curtains. I closed them before I was able to fall back onto my bed. What happened last night?

I strained my mind to find glimpses of Cisco and I drinking. I looked to my nightstand to find a large glass of water and a note signed by Cisco.

'Hey Caitlin,

You need to stay hydrated. Drink all of this water to help flush the alcohol out of your system.

-Cisco'

I knew this already, but he was very gracious for placing the water next to my bed for me. Sometimes I wonder if he knows I am a doctor.

I had lay there for maybe an hour, drinking water reluctantly. My mouth was dry and I was aching to get into pyjamas. That was the time I noticed my face was moist. It was heated by the warmth of the tears that silently slid, collecting at the underside of my chin. I couldn't help but feel lonely. I sat up slightly, not wanting to give myself a bigger headache, and wiped them all off.

I swear, right then, I could feel a cold breeze hit me like a tidal wave. I glanced at my closed curtains, the shadows projected on them indicated my window was closed. Unless Cisco turned on my air conditioning, I was just imagining all of it.

I glanced around the room, looking for another plausible answer, when I could feel something. It was like a hand on my shoulder. There was no other way to describe it. I looked down to my shoulder and to my demise, nothing was there. I could feel a cold tingling going down my spine as my heart fell to my stomach. Thankfully, my phone began ringing. It worsened my headache, but slightly put my mind at ease.

"Cisco," I put on a cheery voice.

"Hey," I could practically hear him smiling through the phone. "I just wanted to check up on you. You know, once you're a few drinks in, you can actually be the life of a party."

"I'm fine, Cisco. Thanks for getting me home."

"Yeah, no problem. But seriously, remind me not to let you drink that much."

"Yeah, yeah. Wait, we didn't sing, did we?"

"Yup. By the way, I slept on your couch."

"You sound you're out of breath. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just climbing up some stairs."

"Okay," I hesitated letting go of the subject. I would have asked him where he was, but the only place he would be is the lab. "What have you been up to?"

"Just, you know, running errands."

"What kind of errands would you need to-" Caitlin was cut off by the sound of a knock on her front door. "Hold that thought."

She stood up, fighting the urge to throw up, and found herself in crossing her living room. She hissed at the sunlight that was living there. She attempted to look presentable as she opened her door.

"Cisco," she raised an eyebrow. The man was standing there with some kind of drink in his hand.

"It's my hangover cure," he handed the water bottle to her and smiled. I gladly took the concoction and opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He closed the door behind him and his smile faded.

"What's the matter," I asked. He was normally such an upbeat guy, that I can't help but get concerned for him when he isn't acting like himself.

"Just, you know, Barry is gone and the city isn't safe without him and," he let out a tense sigh. "This." He held up a piece of paper with his signature sprawled out across the bottom.

I scanned the paper and gave him a look of something between confusion and pity. "He... he gave you S.T.A.R. Labs?"

He nodded sadly, fighting the urge to cry for sure. "He had a will. He's had one for a while now, actually. Ever since we first started fighting crime down here, he knew his life would be at risk. In his will he," Cisco chocked on his tears, now slipping from his eyes, "he gave me the lab. Why did Barry have to make dying such a hard thing for us? Why couldn't he have just become one of the psycho metas threatening to destroy the city? At least then we wouldn't have gotten so attached to him."

I pulled him close for a hug. We both stained each other's shirts with tears. I miss him. To this day I miss him. Taking the serum to revert myself back to Caitlin seemed hard, but when the situation demanded it, I was glad to do it for Barry's sake. And if I didn't know any better, I would say I could feel a third pair of arms in Cisco and my hug.

Barry was more than just my patient.

Barry Allen was the man who taught me how to smile again.