Wally had always been fast—faster than anyone, faster than anything. But standing in front of you now, he felt painfully slow. His heart raced, and he could feel the weight of every unsaid word hanging in the air between you.

You stood there, arms crossed, eyes full of a mixture of hurt and frustration. He had run into battle countless times, faced dangers that would make anyone else freeze in fear, but this? This was different. This was you.

“I should have said you were beautiful more often,” Wally finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched your expression carefully, searching for any sign that his words might reach you. “I should have told you how much you mean to me every single day. And for that i’m sorry”