I Want You Back

                                    

                                          
Barry's POV. 
                          
That night, after Barry and Jay had teamed up to defeat Sand Demond and save Patty Spivot, Barry went back to the West house With Iris and Joe. Barry, Joe and Iris all said their good nights and went to bed. After getting speeding to get ready for bed, Barry collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. 
                          
He had defeated Sand Demond, saved Patty Spivot, his dad was out of prison, his team was back together again, and he and made a new ally in Jay Garrick. So why did he feel so lost and alone? It was like he was missing something. Barry immediately knew what it was. Ella. Without her it was as if a piece of his heart-no his soul was missing. 
                          
Barry closed his eyes. How could he have done that? He lost her. Barry opened his eye. Then he began to remember when he had tried to get her to stay. She refused. Barry remembered everything he had said to her about not truly being there for him and not really loving him. 
                          
Barry shook his head. 'Of course she never thought of you while she was away. She was a kid who had a life. You even forgot about her after a while.' Barry thought. 
                          
Barry rolled over on his side. He looked across the room at his jeans that he had tossed into the hamper. As he looked closer he noticed some pieces of paper that was sticking out of the pocket. Barry walked over and took the pieces of paper out to throw it away, but before he did he glanced down at them. They looked like letters. Barry walked over to his bed and sat down. He opened the first one. 
                          
Dear Barry,
                          
So it was a to him? He didn't remember getting any letters recently. Barry looked up at the top right hand corner of the paper to see that it was dated September 16th 2008. Barry furrowed his eyebrows and looked back down and began to read. 
                          
It's me Ella. 
                          
Wait. What?! She had sent him a note? When? He didn't remember getting one. Barry read on. 
                          
I'm sorry for not writing to you before. Actually I've written this letter to you millions of time over, but never sent it. I've been afraid to. I'm afraid now. I may write this and you may never get it, but at least I tried. 
                          
Barry suddenly remembered. He had pocketed some letters that had fallen out of a shoe box the night he had gone to Ella's to beg her to stay. So that shoe box had been filled wit letters to him that she had never sent? He continued reading. 
                          
I'm going to stop rambling now and get to the point. Here it goes. Barry, I'm inlove with you. I've always been inlove with you. I just could never tell you. And when Iris came into the picture I definitely couldn't tell you because I knew how you felt about her. I'm sure you don't and have never felt the same way, but I had to tell you. I hope that one day I can see you again in person, but I don't know that will ever happen. I love you Barry Allen. 
                          
Love your best friend, 
-Ella.
                          
Barry looked up in shock. She had written him, but had always been to afraid to send the letters because in the letters she confessed her love. Was it like that with the others? He unfolded the next letter. It was dated May 12th 2001, a year after the death of his mother. 
                          
Dear Barry,
Hi! It's Ella your best friend! How are you? I'm doing pretty good. I've made some new friends at the school I've gotten to know, but none of them will ever be as special to me as you. Oh and Iris of course. I miss you so much. I'm sure you don't miss me, though. You have Iris. I hope she's being a great best friend to you, Barry. I bet after a few years you'll end up forgetting me and only remember Iris as your best friend. Who knows you may even marry her. She's a lucky girl. Sadly I don't think I'll ever be able to forget you, Barry Allen. You know why? Because I like you. That's why. I always have, but it doesn't matter anymore I'm in Metropolis and you have Iris now. I probably shouldn't even send this.