[ I'm sorta posting this as a story but you can also consider it an open RP if anyone's interested ]
The place was Gotham city. The time was, well I didn’t know for sure. It was two o’clock when I left home back in Central city. Right now it was probably ten seconds past two o’clock. Oh yeah, my name is Barry Allen, I was once the fastest man alive. I often sneak out for late night walks; I haven’t slept in awhile actually. I reached up and rubbed my tired eyes. Every time I try to sleep I see Iris, dying, again and again. I’m not strong enough to see that anymore. Using my super speed during my walks mean I won’t be missed, I’ve been walking for what felt like days, that’s why I was in Gotham. I’d lost track of where I was walking. Over the last few days I’d probably spent months in seconds like these. Some nights I don’t walk, I sit and watch Iris sleeping next to me, in seconds like this,
seconds that stretch to minutes, than hours, than days. Just trying to memorize every last detail about her, the way her hair falls on the pillow, the way the moonlight gently caresses her cheek. I quickly reached up as I felt something on my cheek, my fingers came back wet, I had been crying. Alone was the only time I got to feel like this, around the others I had to be strong and in control of my emotions.
Sometimes I just wish I was normal, that I didn’t know about any of this and that I just thought everything was normal with the world. I’d gladly never have become The Flash if it would’ve kept Iris safe, even if I wasn’t able to be with her. Next thing I knew I was falling for a moment then sprawled out on the ground groaning, I had tripped on one of the many broken or crooked stones in the pavement.
I didn’t have the energy or will to get up so I just laid there; staying that long in a moment wasn’t easy. I was tired.