Oliver's POV

  "...And even though I only knew him for those five years, he has changed my life. He has shown to me what a true hero looks like. Even when you're just a forensic nerd at super-human speed. I have lost many people in my life who matter to me, but none like Barry Allen." I stepped away from his casket, as we lowered him into the ground. Felicity pressed her face against my chest, I could feel my suit getting drenched in the downfall of tears. I blinked one out from my eyes too.

  It was sunny that day, he would have liked it. He was sent down next to his parents. The gravestone read;

Barry Henry Allen
1989 - 2017
"Fear makes us do a lot of things that we shouldn't"

The Flash

  He would have hated us if we put 'Bartholomew' on his headstone. It was a small set of people; Catlin, Cisco, Kara, Harry, Joe, Jay Garrick, John, Felicity, and me. The girl that he liked, was at home. Poor thing probably couldn't even bring herself out of bed, let alone to his burial.

  We all parted our separate ways after his coffin was covered in dirt. Felicity, John, and I stepped into my mayoral limousine. We sat there in silence for what felt like hours, until Felicity uttered something. "Is he actually gone," the words spilled out of her mouth in a shaky fashion, as if she didn't really want to ask.

  I slowly nodded my head, also not wanting to acept the kid was dead. I leaned over to Felicity and embraced her, afraid to let her go. "I never got the memo of how he died," John wispered to us. I looked up at him knowing he wouldn't believe me when I told him. "He was killed by a speed god. A time remnant of himself. He had to kill iris to be created, but Barry saved her. He took the fall," I looked at him.

  "My life was somewhat normal, before I met that kid," he repeated himself. "So, now that he's dead, does that mean the speed god is too?" I hesitated answering his question, not quite sure myself. "Yes," I said almost as a question. "There was a lot of time travel involved."

  I looked out my window, still grasping on Felicity, at the nearly empty cemetery. There were still two people standing in front of him, whom I made out to be Catlin and Cisco. Our vehicle moved forward into traffic, and the three of them got lost from my sight.

  I closed my eyes as we passed S.T.A.R. Labs. I remembered when he first came to me about being a hero. The time that he helped me with captain boomerang. The time he saved my life with rat poison. He was a good man. Not a vigilante, but a guardian angel. When my eyes opened back up we were already in Star City. We stopped at the loft.

  We walked to the elevator, and stood there a moment. The doors opened and I saw a face staring at me. "Olie, where were you," Thea asked me with an irritated tone. "I called you like seven times. You were supposed to be at the opening of the new children's hospital hours ago!" The doors of the elevator closed with the four of us inside. "Oh. I'm sorry, Green Arrow. You must have been busy shooting people," she said sarcastically.

  "Thea," I said quietly. I had completely forgotten about the children's hospital. "We were at a funeral." Her eyes went wide. She had noticed our dark outfits just then. "Oh," her voice trailed off with regret. "Who- who's funeral?" The doors opened to the loft and we all sat down. I sighed, and looked at her in the eyes. "Barry's," my voice cracked.

  I heard a soft moaning from Felicity, who was still hugging my arm, pressing her face against it and soaking my suit in tears. Thea put a hand to her mouth. "Barry, as in- The Flash," she asked. "Yes," I mumbled. "I'm so sorry," her eyes going wide. "How did it happen?"

  We spent the next twenty minutes trying to explain to her (and John) how he died. We were inturupted by an alert on Felicity's phone. "There's a prison break, if you're interested. In the prison break! Incase you thought I was talking about something else, which I was not!"

  "I'll go," was something nobody was expecting to come out of Thea's mouth. "Speedy," I slightly chuckled. "You're out of practice." "Yeah, but there should be someone out there wearing the red." I nodded to her in agreement and gave her a crooked smile. "You'd better be fast," I waived her off.

  "Bye," she ran over and gave me a hug. Needless to say, I groaned. She strode to the stairs, and I think choosing the stairs over the elevator is one of the toughest things a person can do in my book. "It'll be over by the time she gets there," John stated. Felicity sat up and grabbed her phone. She looked overjoyed, "I'll ca-" her face fell and no words could describe how disappointed she looked in herself.

  She bit her lip and put her phone back in her coat. Her arms latched back onto my own. I could hear muffled sobbing next to me, with her face buried in my arm. My other arm reached across and held her. Being that shoulder to cry on made me realize something. She really cared for that kid. And so did I. I felt a warm tear fall down my face. He was better than just a good man. He was a hero. Flashpoint or not, super speed or not, he saved my life on multiple occasions. I wouldn't be alive without him. So what exactly was he to me? He wasn't just a friend. Nor was he a colleague.

Barry Allen was a hero.