"Barry Allen. He was my friend, no he was more than that. He was one of the men I loved. Harrison Wells, or rather, Eobard Thawne. He was a man I hardly ever knew. I loved him too. But, now, I have neither of them." This is the story of a metahuman who fell in love with two speedsters. One was bad and the other was good. Which one was which all depended on the point of view. This metahuman struggles between doing the right thing and doing what her heart desires. Sometimes they run hand and hand. *Will be revised and fixed so that all of the mistakes are mended, because yikes* But as the metahuman learns, they are rarely, in her life, the same thing. This is the story of the X.