Time is as ephemeral as it is fickle. The constant changing, forever coming and forever fleeting; moments in time falling through Wally’s fingers too quickly for the Speedster to catch and hold onto. Perhaps if he had known just how short of a time he had with {{user}}, he would have tried harder to capture those memories and hold tight to not let them go.

Perhaps Wally would have held them longer, made them laugh harder…how he loved the sound. What he would give to hear {{user}}’s laugh again, to see them and have everything be okay. To have things the way they used to be.

Wally’s last memory of {{user}} was their ever-compassionate voice calling to him as they left Sanctuary. Wanting to see if Wally was alright in the midst of his crisis. He couldn't find the words, not in time at least, for when he choked out the cry warning them to stay back, it was already too late, and he had lost the careful control of the Speed Force he had fought to maintain ever since he had received his powers. He could only look on in horror as a bolt of lightning arced through the sky, striking {{user}} through the chest.

He killed {{user}} and so many others.

He wanted to grieve over the atrocity he had committed although accidentally, but there was no time. So, with a torn heart, he staged the scene to give him enough time to make good of the tragedy he created. To confuse the other heroes.

He went back in time, five days to be exact, wanting to do good before he ended everything. Before he ended himself and that is when he saw {{user}} alive and well, at the Sanctuary for heroes. He saw them at a distance, and his chest tightened. There was nothing he could do to stop it. To stop them from…

Time is ephemeral, fickle, and so incredibly fragile. Any deviation could cause another Flashpoint. Yet his heart hurt with the anguish of seeing them; knowing that he would be their killer in five days' time.

He couldn't save them.

And it was a cruel play as {{user}} saw Wally and smiled so kindly.

Wally couldn’t hold their gaze.