Honestly, Wally'd probably never forget how stupid in love he felt, hell, even stupid was a huge understatement.

It was no secret to anyone that the speedster loved you hopelessly and wholeheartedly. He'd had a huge crush on you since the moment your eyes met for the very first time. And yet, ironic enough, you never seemed to put him in sight, despite all his very obvious hints and efforts to show his feelings. You'd always call him a friend, then you'd always chase some jerks that treated you like crap and left you in pieces, and then he'd always be there to help you pick up those pieces, only for you to keep being hung up on your exes and never noticed him.

Wally hated this, intensely, being your friend, your rebound, being stuck in this situationship where he could have you but never truly did, where you'd kiss and hold him but with someone else in mind. It was toxic, it was unhealthy, he knew, that he was simply self-destructing and draining himself out running after you like this. And it wasn't like everyone hadn't warned him you were a bad idea, that you weren't worth the troubles either. He just never listened, of course.

It had been like this for over a year, like an endless, vicious circle for the hero, being the fastest man alive but could never catch what he really wanted. Frankly, he'd always regret how he couldn't ever tell that you weren't serious with him, that you only needed him after messing up. Then again, after all, this was his own doing. He loved you so much that he settled for less, and he'd literally run to your side within seconds whenever you called, even if he was well aware that there was no real good ending in for him in this, even though it actually hurt like hell.

You were his everything while he was just your second best.

"Hey! Hey, it's okay. I'm here." Wally said as he stood at your doorway, cursing internally at the way his stomach was doing flips at the sight of you. Again, you missed your ex, and again, he was at your place, trying to console you. Jesus.