"What made you change your mind?"
"I just realized I have to stop thinking about the future and live in the moment."
Olivia Theresa Wells.
Former member of the League of Assassins.
Former member of Team Arrow.
Current member of Team Flash.
Codenam...
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I walk into the West household to see Wally and Barry working on something together. They look up from their work at my arrival.
"Hey," Wally says to me with a smile, getting up from his spot to stand in front of me.
"Hey, Wally," I smile back. I look down at the papers in my hand and hold it out to him. "Umm, you left these earlier. It's about the engine on the turbine super cars. Which, I looked over these- I hope you don't mind-"
"I don't," He cuts in which I nod.
"Well, you've got some ideas. I would love to see one of these in real life one day," I tell him with a smile.
"Thanks," He says, taking the papers.
"Hey," I hear a voice say. I turn to see Iris and immediately bump into the table.
"Hey, Iris," I say, my voice strained since the table hit a small bruise on my body.
"Hey, can I talk to you?" Iris asks me, examining my face carefully.
I gulp, knowing what this is about. "Sure," I say, displaying a smile as I followed her into the kitchen.
I leaned against the counter and so did she, facing me. "What is going on, Liv?" She asks me softly. "Ever since you came back from Earth-2, you've been avoiding me."
"N- It's nothing," I say.
"I know it's something. Come on, what's going on?" She asks.
"I- I shouldn't tell you this," I say, shaking my head, but I continue, "When I went to meet my mom, I- I met E- I met Eddie."
I watch as she gasps, her eyes watering. "He- he was adopted, by my mom. He- His parents died when he was younger," I tell her, my voice breaking. "I wanted to bring him with us."
"Liv-"
"I wanted him here, maybe things would be better with him back," I say.
"Liv, you couldn't. It wouldn't be safe for him here," She whispers and I nod, wiping a tear that fell on my cheek.
"I'm sorry," I tell her, knowing how hard it is to lose someone you love.
She gives me a sad smile. "You did the right thing. And I'm fine. I'm moving on, slowly," She tells me. She wipes her tears and clears her throat.
