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One Last Time

Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader (eventual Barry Allen x Iris West…well okay sort of not really)

Summary: Barry Allen will do anything to save Iris West from dying even letting someone, who he believed he no longer had feelings for, make the ultimate sacrifice.

Warnings: Angst. Death.

A/N: Don’t own the song. It’s called ‘One Last Time’ by Elise Estrada. Also only used part of the song. I really don’t know where this came from but i do plan on rewriting it. Something about this is telling me it needs to be tweaked. Sorry it took so long to post, I’ve been catching up on Star Trek.


And it burns my heart that you don’t feel the flame
No, I just can’t make you love me
So hold me like you mean it
And I’ll pretend to feel it one last time

Y/N laid on the bed that she once shared with Barry Allen. The man she believed was the one for her. He was charming and sweet. And in the beginning of their relationship, he was the perfect gentleman with the exception of never being on time for any of their dates. But lately things had been changing for the both of them. Especially with their relationship. Y/N noticed how distant he was becoming with her. Spending more and more time at the West House than the apartment that they both shared. She wasn’t stupid at all. She was just naive to think that in her life someone would reciprocate the same feelings as her.

Slowly wiping the tears from her eyes, she got up from her side of the bed looking at the picture frame that sat on the nightstand. The smiles on the faces of the two people in the photo eliciting a frown on her face. She picked the picture frame up. Opening the back, she pulled the picture out and ripped the photo into pieces. Y/N looked at all the photos in the room and slowly began to pull all the pictures out of the frames. As she looked at Barry’s side of the bed, she looked at the photo on his nightstand and lifted the frame up. She was just about to pull it out of the frame when she heard his voice ask, “What are you doing, Y/N?”

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You came to live with us. My dad brought you inside, and you were in shock, you weren’t even crying. And later that night, a sound woke me, and I crawled out of my bed, and I realized that the sound was coming from downstairs. I peered over the bannister and I found you crying alone. And I knew I had to go to you. I sat next to you and you put your head in my lap and I held you while you cried. And I didn’t know it then, but now looking back, I realize that that was the night we fell in love. That was the night that we realized how much we needed each other