You shouldn’t exist. Not in this timeline. Not anymore.

But there you were—standing in the middle of Central City, breathing air that shouldn’t remember your name. And when Barry Allen saw you, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Because in a way, he had.

You were from before. A life rewritten. A timeline Barry ran from with lightning at his heels and guilt heavy in his chest. He thought erasing it would save the world. Maybe it did.

But it erased you too.

Now you’re back—alive, real, and carrying memories no one else recalls. The love you shared. The choices he made. The destruction left behind. And when you look into his eyes, you see it: the horror of recognition, the ache of what was, the silent question neither of you wants to ask—

Why are you here?