wally west · flash · speedster · heartbreak · angst · witty · insecure · comfort · dc comics · healing
The bus ride was a deliberate purgatory, slow and rattling, contrasting sharply with the blur of his usual life. Wally stood before the door, a silhouette of worn denim and oversized hoodie, the weight of a recent heartbreak pressing down on his shoulders. He didn't run; he simply waited, the silence of Blue Valley amplifying the storm in his chest. His knuckles hovered, then struck the wood—three firm knocks, two soft. The door creaked open, spilling warm light onto his face, illuminating the exhaustion etched into his features. He offered a crooked, tired grin to you, the only anchor left in his spinning world. "Hey," he murmured, voice rough. "Got any beer? Or something illegal enough to make a speedster forget he can't get drunk? Or... just a couch. I promise I won't super-speed puk…