I'm Having These Weird Dreams •The Flash/Barry Allen•

Memoirs

"Joe!", I yell, running away from Barry, as fast as my 12 year old legs could go.
Pushing through the crowd. I hope I don't get lost.

"Joe! Save me! Barry-he -he!"

"And I gabi, have your ice cream dear", Joe gives me a warm smile.

"Chocolate ganache?"

"Chocolate ganache.", he smiles some more.

"Gabi!", Barry says from behind me. "You're too fast. Ugh!"

"And you're ice cream chump.", says Joe chuckling.

"I am not a chump", says Barry frowning, taking his ice cream. "Mm, hazelnut praline."

He looks at me.

"Do you not eat anything other than chocolate? ", he asks me.

"Well-"

"Oomph! Sorry Barry!", shouts Iris.

Joe and I laugh and Iris joins in too.

Barry is covered in cold hazelnut praline.

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I peeked out from behind the stairs.

In front of the warmly lit fire place, sits Barry, hugging his knees, staring into the burning embers.

"Couldn't sleep too huh?", I say.

He nods.

I sit next to him. I look at the dancing orange flames. Soon they will be put out, the only thing left of them, ashes, like memories.

"You never told me how your parents died."

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(The underlined italics is a song)

Close your eyes give me your hand, darling

I see mommy and daddy dancing with each other. "Mommy! Want to dance too!", I scream.

"Okay Ella," she gives me a smile. Daddy picks me up and we all dance.

Do you feel my heart beating?

Do you understand?

Do you feel the same?

We dance all night.

Am I only dreaming?

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Its raining heavily. Iris squeezes my hand.

In memory of Jane and Arthur Davis.

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"Honey, tonight, you will stay with us! Okay?", Joe tells me, giving me a forced smile.

Somethings wrong.

I nod.

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I sit in front of their graves, when I see, out of the corner of my eye, Barry sit down next to me.

"I told you to leave me alone.", sixteen gruffy old me says.

"Sorry, not sorry.", says Barry.

"Shut up, if you're going to stay here."

It pained me to say that much to him.

"I know how you feel."

I turn to him. He'll probably run away at the sight of my mascara stained face.

But he doesn't.

I just burst into tears and he snuggles closer and I bury my head into his chest.

"Its okay. Your okay.", he says staring at the graves.

I hope I am.