"Dad, the first thing I want to say is I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not going to be able to keep my promise to you. That I'm not….I'm not going to be able to see you again. If you're seeing this, anyway. I hope you don't have to see it but just in case…you need to know everything."

Henry Allen spun a beer bottle back and forth in his hands. He had never been one to drink too much, but as of late it seemed the best way to get through things. It was going to be his last beer, though. He was done with wallowing in pity. He was done grieving; he grieved enough when he first learned that Barry was the Flash. He knew this day would come sooner or later.

But he hoped it was much later.

"Dad, I love you more than anything," Barry said on camera.

Tears came to his eyes and Henry smiled. That's what he was most proud of. How he raised his son to be a sensitive man, to be unafraid of showing his emotions. To be someone who would help as many people he could without worrying about himself. How Barry was able to take a beating better than anyone else he had known, with scraped knees and elbows, black eyes and split lips and hold his head high as he continued to help other people who were being broken down by the bullies and injustices around them.

"I lived every day as The Flash for you," Barry continued. "To help clear you of mom's murder. And when I did that, when you finally got out of jail, I kept that thought in the back of my mind. Of making you proud. Because I knew there was something that I had to keep me going no matter how beat down I got. I had my friends to help pick me up but it was you and mom that fueled me all the time. I had to keep making you proud."

Henry took in a deep breath and rested his hands atop his head, in very much the same way Barry did. He got that form Barry, or maybe Barry got it from him? He wasn't so sure anymore. A lot of his life continued to blend together now, what it was like before everything fell apart around him. What was life like when he still had his family.

Warmth spread over him at that moment. What felt like a hand caressing his cheek. Henry closed his eyes when the familiar, flowery scent of his wife filled the air.

No.

He wasn't alone.

He hadn't been alone. Nora was always with him. Just as Barry was always going to be.

"Dad, whatever happens know that I wasn't scared. I went into it so I could save you and the rest of the city. I knew it was possible that Zoom was going to kill me. I always knew that was a possibility. But I still did it because I knew I had to. If I didn't many other people were going to die. I'd gladly give myself up so others wouldn't get hurt. Maybe now that I'm gone others will rise up to take him down. Maybe I've instilled some sort of hope in them that everyone else had been telling me. Maybe there are others that can do more than I could. You see, I don't want them to remember me as a legend or a fallen hero. But I had to let them know."

Barry ran his hands over his face, wiping away his tears. He sniffed.

Then Henry saw something in his face change. He wasn't Barry anymore, he was The Flash. Henry could see the strength move into his shoulders, making him stand taller. His eyes shown with renewed promise and courage that Henry had never seen in him before.

"I thought it was time for them to know, for everyone to know who was the one who was saving Central City. Not because I'm looking for the glamour and the fame. But that I think everyone needs to know that even people like me can be a hero. Every young boy, girl, man, woman…it doesn't take superpowers to be a hero. It just takes a heart, love, friendship…and knowing that the more you cherish those things the more you can spread it around."

Barry smiled. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll live long enough to see that change grow wings and take flight."

Henry stood up and pulled on his jacket. He moved slowly, smiling as if Barry was behind him, helping him put it on as he always did. He didn't have to but he always did, ever since he was a kid and would stand on the steps to be above him so that he could reach. Then he would wrap his arms around his father's neck and get a short piggy back ride to the door before being dropped and saying goodbye.

Henry smiled, slowly lowering his hands from the collar of his jacket.

The feeling was gone.

His wife was gone.

His son was gone.

He didn't have anyone left.

But he wouldn't allow himself to get pulled into the darkness again. He had to live for the family he lost, to keep living so that when they finally met each other again, he had more stories to tell.

Besides, he had one more video to deliver.

A/N: I think I enjoyed writing this one the most. Something about Henry's and Barry's relationship is just so endearing to me that I wish there could've been more like it when Henry was released from jail. But we have fanfiction for it. One more.

Cheers,

-Riles