ACTION. | 🐻

[ this is perhaps the closest he'll get to acknowledging the feelings she's placed in his hands and the ones that have been cupped in hers for years. barry's always found it difficult to express himself, and perhaps that's why, when he runs, he lets off a golden streak of lightning in his wake. he could easily spell out what he wants to tell her by running, expecting that light to linger in his stead as she looks down at the city and the message he's practically written along the streets for her. ]

[ he looks at her, then lets his gaze drop. he smiles to himself as his mind wanders back to the room gideon had been stowed away inside. as confronting as it'd been to discover wells' true secret, barry hadn't found only fear spark inside of his chest. ]

[ written by iris west-allen. when he thinks of hope, he thinks of that byline. ]

Future.