As he rushed on to his next heroic endeavor, it occurred to him that nobody ever bothered to ask him what it was really like, being able to run that fast. Nobody ever asked him how he saw where he was going, what it felt like to see things go flying by at 300 miles per hour. No, nobody ever bothered with that.
As he barely dodged another parent with their children, knowing what would happen had he hit them going that speed, he began to feel tired of it all. That's all it would take, you know. Just one mistake. Just one momentary lapse of concentration, and BAM! People bits all over the sidewalk.
As he raced through the city stopping crimes and being a hero, he began to feel that he'd finally had enough.
Nobody ever cared about him beyond the fact that he was The Flash. Nobody ever thought to worry about his own troubles.
He put his heart and soul into it all, but nobody ever bothered to put their heart and soul into him. |
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