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I set my bag down on the chair.
"I don't understand what you are talking about." I said.
"I tried to change the timeline. Things, are different now than they were." Barry said.
"How different? What do you mean different?" I asked.
"Your aunt, Cisco's brother, they were alive." Barry said.
"What? So, you refused to go back and save them, but, you could save your parents?" I asked.
"I-" Barry started.
My eyes turned red, a clear sign that I was angry. They also had hints of black and blue, meaning I was hurt.
"Your eyes." Barry said.
"I know. They do that. They have since the particle accelerator explosion. Or, was that just another effect of you being a complete idiot and changing the time line?" I asked.
"I tried to put it back" Barry said.
"Right. But you can't. If you break something, sure, you can try to fix it, but it won't be the same." I said.
"I felt like I lost everything." Barry said.
"You had me Barry. I thought, I guess I had hoped that was enough" I said.
"You are." Barry said.
"Really? If I was, why the hell did you try to change it. Because, that would've meant we never met. We met while I was working here, because of you being in a coma. Your mom never died, you never would have worked for the ccpd. That never happened, you would never have been in your lab. You not being in the lab the night of the particle accelerator explosion, you never went into that coma, you never would have become the flash, and we never would have met." I said.
"I wasn't thinking, I just wanted them back" Barry said.
"You're right. You weren't thinking. So in the process, me, and Cisco, we lost something, because you chose to try to change the past. You can't change the past Barry" I said.
"I know that now. Just, don't hate me." Barry said.
"Don't hate you? Barry, I don't hate you. I've never hated you. Yeah, I'm hella fucking pissed off. Of course I'm angry. But, I don't hate you." I said.
"Your aunt is dead." Barry said.
"You're right. She's been dead for five years. Yeah, I asked you to go back and save her, but I don't blame you." I said.
"You dont?" Barry asked me. It was almost as if he was surprised that I didn't blame him.
"No, Barry Allen. I love you. I have for a long time. And, I don't blame you, and I don't hate you." I said.
