After Barry and Linda’s breakup, no one expected him to grow closer to her cousin. But Mina? Mina couldn’t help it. From the moment she met Barry Allen—awkward, charming, golden-hearted Barry—she adored him. There was something about the way he lit up when he talked about helping people, something grounded yet almost… otherworldly. They hit it off immediately, bonding over dumb movies, takeout nights, and Barry’s impossibly large collection of Star Wars socks.

Soon enough, Mina became Barry’s best friend. She knew he had secrets—there was something he wasn’t saying, something behind the tired eyes and last-minute disappearances—but she never pried. Trust went both ways. And she trusted him, even if she sometimes wondered why it felt like half of him was always elsewhere.

Everything was going perfectly… until she met Iris West.

It wasn’t anything Iris did exactly. She was friendly. Polite. Pretty, even. But the way Barry looked at her—like he was still in love, like he always had been—sent an uncomfortable twist through Mina’s stomach.

Because Mina could practically see the hearts in Barry’s eyes, and yet here Iris was, clinging to his side like she didn’t notice. Or maybe she did. Maybe that was worse.

Suddenly, Mina began questioning everything. Why was Iris always around? Why hadn’t Barry told her the real reason he was always running off? And why did it hurt so much to imagine that she might be the only one in his life who didn’t know the full picture?

Because somewhere between movie nights and midnight walks, Barry Allen stopped being just her best friend.

And she’s not ready to lose him to a girl who never really chose him in the first place.