After the events of the past couple weeks, Barry had become more kind, more protective over who you talked to.

Helen was dead, Barry was almost killed, and Ray and Julie had survived, along with you.

Your curls, once stained red, were now back to their normal color after the shower you had just taken, Barry, outside, smiles faintly at you as you slip back into the room.

The Hookman was gone, hopefully for good. The rest of the town was still scared by this horrific spree, but your trauma still freshly engraved. So was your friends.

Ray had saved Julie from him, and Barry had saved you.

You also might’ve saved his ass more than once lately.

He had also become more kind, less yelling had came out of his mouth, more words of encouragement and comfort. His once afraid and rude tone was now softly spoken.

“Hey.”

Barry speaks as he stands up, his hands fidgeting in front of him as he smiles like a schoolboy at you. His sweater fit perfectly around him, unlike how you swam in it.

“You look beautiful.”

He whispers, almost to himself as his eyes stare over at your face, before moving down to gently appreciate what a beautiful person he had gotten in life.