March 28th, 2007
Dear Barry,
Okay, this is weird. I just saw you like five minutes ago and suddenly I'm writing you a letter like you've went off to war. I just needed to talk to you... without actually talking to you. Something is wrong. I'm being followed. And I know what everyone will say "oh, you're just overreacting". No, I promise you that I'm not. The same black car has been following me for two weeks. When we walk home together, when I go to pick you up for school, wherever I go. For the past few days, it's been parked down the street. Right in front of Mrs. Toelle's house, and we all know she doesn't get too many visitors. I'm scared, Bar. And I don't know who to tell, no one would believe me. But I know you will. I just wish I could tell you. Just promise me one thing, okay? If anything happens, move on. God, I'm making it sound like something bad is going to happen. It's just a feeling, okay. If what I think might happen does, move on. Because I know you, Barry. You never could.
I love you, remember that.
love always, Cassie.
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letters to the stars ° barry allen ✓
Fanfictionin which he writes letters to the stars in hopes of her being among them.
