Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

Chapter 43

Sorrryyyyyyy I didn't update for a month, but I have no excuses.......

ANY WAY, WHO DO YOU THINK ZOOM IS? DISCUSS IN THE COMMENTS

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I sat on the couch lounging while reading the little book Eobard left me (I should have been doing school work), and all the windows were open so I could hear the rain beating down on the city.

The black notebook was filled with memoirs, journals, and thoughts, but what I noticed was that none were dated yet all were written in the same sloppy, black ink handwriting that I loved. This meant that he wrote them all at once and in a hurry.

I think I remember him scribbling as quickly as he could into the notebook the last day we were underneath Star-Labs—he knew that something awful was going to happen.

I love you too, Finn. I want the best for you, but I'm nervous about going home with you; if anybody recognizes you...I don't know what'll happen. I don't want you to stumble upon your grave in the cemetery, I don't want you getting sick since you won't be accustomed to the viruses here, I don't want you to get homesick, I don't want you to get depressed, and I don't want people to find out what I did to get you here.

God, should I even take you with the odds against us like that? You say that you want to go so badly, but I don't know if I'm ready to see all of my friends.

You'll have to have a new identity, a new life, a new family, a new physical appearance, new scientific ideas, but hopefully not a new personality. How should I know you? Are we colleagues? I don't know what to do...

That was only one out of a hundred.

I haven't even looked to see what's on the flash drive yet, because I'm scared of what's on it. I don't know if I'm ready to see his face or hear his voice again.

I set the notebook down on the coffee table, and sank down further into the couch running my fingers across his ring. His ring was really all I had left of him, and I wanted to see him one last time.

Taking the flash drive and my tablet from the coffee table, I plugged it in to the USB port, and appearing on the touchscreen with a picture of Barry and I as the background was a notification asking if I wanted to open the file.

Should I really do it? It's just going to make me even more depressed.

But, what if seeing him is the miracle cure I need.

Choosing the latter, I pressed open, and the flash drive revealed to have a single file on it—a video. I double-tapped the file icon, and appearing on the screen was him.

Eobard.

He was underneath Star-Labs, the lights were dim, and his hair was a mess telling me he filmed this after we had sex. "Hi Finn," His tired voice sent chills down my spine, "If you're seeing this, that means we never made it home, and...I'm dead. I hope you like everything you got in my will; you deserve all of it. I just want you to be happy as long as you can be. I want you to be as great as I know you as.

Eobard sighed, "I love you, I love you so much. I'm sorry we never had the chance to flourish together. If I died in front of you...I'm so sorry—I know how traumatic that had to be for you. I've been think about how I could have anything I ever wanted in this time, yet, I chose you over any diamond or amount of money; you are everything I ever wanted.

"I'm sorry that I had to leave you, and trust me, I would do anything to get back to you," and then Eobard was interrupted by a very sleepy me.

I called from bed absolutely exhausted, "What are you doing? Come back to bed, honey, I'm getting cold."

"Just finishing up stuff for tomorrow, I'll be back in a second," He smiled at me, but then turned back to the camera, "I love you," Eobard genuinely whispered, "and I'm so sorry."

The video just stopped.

There was heaviness in my heart, and I felt the hot tears rolling down my face as I saw my reflection in the black screen. That was it. He was completely gone.