Prologue

Barry Allen had been in love with Atchaco Cornwall for as long as he could remember. He first met her at preschool. Atchaco had joined a year later than he had, and while most turned their heads away from her, he automatically went over to her and started to talk. After a while they realized that they both had a fair few things in common. Over the years their bond just grew stronger, no matter how much bullies wanted to tear it apart, and they were always going to try to be together.

After Barry's mother was killed he grew quiet and wouldn't talk to Atchaco anymore. She would sit or stand behind him, watching over his body like a guardian angel. She understood that he needed space and therefore would not talk to him, just look at him with dread all over her face. But after a while it became too much and she gained the courage to interrupt his infinite silence. "Barry." She said quietly. "I'm sorry to interrupt but it's lonely without you talking. I'm beginning to get worried about you."

"There's no need to be worried." Barry replied. "I'm just thinking about what happened. No one believed me when I told them what I saw." Atchaco sat at the other end of the bench from him and looked at his sad face on the other end. "They asked me what happened, and I did, but they just laughed at me. Some said it was my fragile mind playing tricks on me, but behind my back, they called me crazy, I'm not crazy. I never was."

She slid further down the bench to be closer to him, but far enough away that she respected his need for space. "I know you're not crazy, and I am one of the people that know you the best, though I have seen how Iris looks at you, I think she has a thing, our thing." Barry looked into her soft brown eyes and smirked a little. "Now normally I would say that just one person believing in someone is enough to make a whole new pathway, and in this situation people would say that I am wrong, but I say in this situation that I'm not. Because I know you well enough, I know you better than all those cops put together, you don't give up in what you believe in, you never did, ever. That's the best thing about you. And in this sense I think it will make a branch of hope and opportunity so large that it will make the people who made you seem crazy fall to their knees in fear and power that wraths onto them."

Barry shuffled his way up the bench and sat right beside Atchaco. Yeah, you're right. "And if it puts a weight off your shoulders, a weight that tells you that you can't be happy because of this then just look at me, I am smiling and I am trying to stay positive. I am not just burdened with your upset and the death of your mother, but I am also burdened with the death of my father, who was also murdered in front of my eyes. And of the fact that your father is in prison for a crime that I know, that we know, he did not commit. And life isn't fair, it never was.

Barry looks sadly at the ground. "I'm sorry for your loss." He whispers. "I had heard great things about your father, so it is a shame that he had to leave this planet so early." Atchaco nods slowly before placing her arm around his shoulder.

"I don't need pity, neither of us do, because sometimes pity just brings us down further because it makes us open our eyes and realize that they're not going to come back to us, that it can't be possible. But if I know enough about him up their." She points towards the sky and by the look in Barry's eyes he knows what she is talking about. "Then they are still with us, in spirit. That we are not going to be alone again, that they are looking over us, and they are beaming at us, as we are still moving forward with life despite there solid beings being absent."

"But that has to be impossible." Barry tells Atchaco. "God, maybe not, but that they are always with us, don't you believe that actually it's impossible."

"Barry, Barry, Barry." Atchaco says, shaking her head. "If anyone knows about the impossible then it's you. What you saw that night, the night your mum died. The lightning in the room. The man in yellow. The blur saves your life. All of it. All of the stuff that made the cops call you crazy behind your back, all of it Barry. All of that should have been impossible. Everything that happened that night not only defied all laws of physics, and any science known to man. But it also defied every law of nature, of the natural balance, of everything that makes us this universe, and from the way you're speaking, possibly multiverse. So if anything is impossible, it's the fact that what's happening now, or whatever is going to happen will be normal. She stops for a second to catch her breath. "Barry," She says quietly, not really wanting to, or really knowing how to say what she is going to say next.

"Central City is about to get weird..."