A Short Story : A Story?

He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“You will. You’ll be her guardian and safeguard her on this unruly journey.” Dominic was presently experiencing an information overload and feeling the pressure pounds him.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

“My only goal was to get both you and Skye out of the city and thanks to Crysta, I was able to fulfill that goal.” He glances briefly at me and blinks in gratitude before turning his granddaughter. He reaches out and touches Skye’s head, tears coming to his eyes. “The two people, I love most in this world, and you’re both safe and free. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I brought this up because that was one of my favorite days we spent together. You're hair was tied up in a crazy knot, you had on your baggy clothes, and your eyes were filled with so much passion as you turned a blank sheet of paper into a beautiful summer night. Anna, that was the night I realized you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I still feel that way today and I promise you I will feel that way for forever, no matter the distance we are apart. I love you.”

“They were just shocked, they couldn’t understand how someone as beautiful, talented, and awesome as you, could feel the way you do. They really love you. Do you want to go to my house or?”

Hopefully she'd arrive at what he believed could be the only correct decision, by herself, and the last thing he wanted was for Lexi to feel as if he was her enemy too. When it finally come, he did all he could not to not let his relief show, briefly closing his eyes, and taking a moment to compose his thoughts. "We really don't have a choice, Lexi, and I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't. But, but we will get through this. You're a fighter, and you're strength and determination are the reasons I could never forget you, and came back. Anyone else would have given into the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I met and fell in love with."

Nora stood from her throne and looked at her sister. “You know it must be done. It must be done or it will happen again. I'm so sorry sister.”

She stared intently into his eyes. “You must not cry. Where I go, you cannot follow. Not yet. Your time is not yet complete here.”

LOVE YOU." placing her phone down she grabbed his hand once more. "Cal, you've been my rock, you've been my heart, you've been my soul for three years. This right now is me telling you, I'm not going anywhere. Even if I leave I'm always going to come back, I will never leave you." Feeling a tear creep into the side of her eyes she looked away from him. Wiping it away she looked back putting a smile on her face. "I'm saying this now and I'm asking you to please be patient with me and understand. Understand that I'm scared of loosing you, I'm scared of you always having to be the one that takes care of both of us. It kills me that I can't help take care of you and take stress off your shoulders..." as she stopped herself she leaned over and pressed her lips to his kissing

“Wait, before you go.” Miriam turned and faced Rose. “If you find Clara, please tell her that I would like to speak with her.” She paused, grappling with her jumbled emotions.

“Having to leave Donna without her memories was heartbreaking. She grew so much with you and gained so much confidence and she will not remember that. I cried again.”

Her mind grew fuzzy when she stared into her father's eyes, “Barry.” Was the only thing she could bring herself to muster out when she heard that Cisco had succeeded in bring him back home, back to Central City with her, where he belonged. The Iris West he had fallen in love with, was she still that same person? She tired to do what he told her too. She tried to keep running, never stopping to look back and in the process she lost a part of herself. She put up walls, never allowing the others see her mourn for the man she had lost to the speed force, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was changeling trying to convince everyone around her she wa fin when she wasn’t really fine. She feared at any given moment she would lose what little composer she had, crumbling to the floor in a pool of tears and heartache. She might not have been the Iris that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, but hopefully with help from him she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew.

It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son Sam was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. Sam has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Dakota, when I heard what sounded like Sam talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him. When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because Sam was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “Sam! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “Sam. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. Sam looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. Sam stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Funny Man.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I