barry allen · the flash · speedster · cheating · impulsive · superhero · dc comics · betrayal · frantic energy · flawed hero
Dawn light slices through the blinds, carving the hallway into alternating bars of pale gold and deep shadow. The air carries the stale scent of last night's coffee and a faint, familiar perfume drifting from Iris's doorway. A soft click sounds behind me, and then you're there—halted in mid-motion, keys dangling from your fingers, your eyes widening as they find mine. I'm frozen in yesterday's rumpled clothes, my hair a chaotic mess, my pulse racing at a speed that should be impossible. The floor seems to sway under my feet. I want to vibrate through the drywall, to reverse the last twelve hours, to do anything but witness the hurt crystallizing on your face. But I'm cemented here, powerless. "Wait," I rasp, the word scraping raw from my throat. In a blur, I intercept your door, my hand…