Kara's POV

  I leaned my head against my window, the small droplets of rain being lit up by the headlights of the cars at night. My eyes progressively grew heavy and begged me to close them. If there was one lesson I learned on Earth, it's that even Kryptonians need sleep. I was about to fall asleep, when I could see a streak of orange lighting crossing my city. Joy overtook me!

  It didn't long before I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them to notice I was on my apartment floor. Man, I needed some sleep. I crawled my way into my bed, and decided I was too tired to change out of my normal clothes. That night I got so much sleep, it felt like I was back in the Phantom Zone again.

   But I didn't just sleep. I also dreamt. Well, it wasn't a dream per say. It was more like a memory. A memory of the time Barry and I first met. But I kept going back to the times I was flying and he was running. It felt good to have someone with me who wasn't trying to force life lessons on me, the way J'onn does. Seeing him down there seemed to have given me a real sense of peace.

  I was taken back to reality by my sister, who was shaking me awake. My eyes opened with an immense hatred towards her. I rolled onto my back, with a groan, in order to face her. "What do you want," I gave her a grumpy and yet pathetic look. I noticed that the sun hadn't risen yet, so I pulled the covers closer to my chin. "And why are you in my apartment in the middle of the night?"

  She welcomed herself into my bed, and smiled. "Kara," she addressed. "It is nine at night. You slept all day." That woke me up.

  "Rao, are you serious," I sat up, almost shivering from the sudden abandonment of my covers from my chest. She laughed at my outburst and nodded.

  "Yes," the laughter still present in her voice. "You slept all day, and I was craving some sister night time. So," I heard the crinkling of a paper bag. She had reached next to her, on the floor, to pick up a tub of ice cream.

  My face formed excitement. I wanted to say yes, but I knew that would mean I would have to share about Barry, and I didn't think I was ready. My smiled drooped, "I appreciate the offer, but no thank you." I thought that was a polite way to tun her down. I mean, sisters night is our favorite thing in the world, but I didn't really feel like it.

  "It's cute that you think you have a choice," she said, rolling herself out to grab spoons. I knew there was no way out of it. She is like the girl of steel, but with stubbornness. Haha. She's the girl of stubbornness. I decided to remove myself from the bed in which I had, apparently, spent twenty one hours sleeping in. I moved sisters' night to the couch, where we normally have it.

   Alex returned with two bowls of ice cream, the large one for me. She sat down next to me and could tell I wasn't being completely transparent with her. "So, what aren't you telling me," she daintily ate ice cream from her spoon. 'Should I tell her? I honestly told nearly everybody but her about the loss of Barry. But that's only because she knows how I don't handle well with death.

  I shoveled my ice cream in my mouth. I went for it. "Do you remember Barry," I asked her. Her eyes rolled back, to search her mind.

  "The, uh, speedster from a parallel earth. The one who helped with Leslie and Siobhon?" Wow, she has an excellent memory.

  "Yeah," I let out a long, crackly sigh. "He, he died." Her expression changed. Was this a mistake? Should I have just given myself some time before I told her? These questions were not relevant. Another thing that Kryptonians and humans alike do, is become sentient.

  Her eyes softened, and she put her hand on my arm. "I'm so sorry. How, how did he die?"

  I leaned the side my head on the couch, my eyes closed. I couldn't meet her eyes. "He died saving his fiancé from his time remnant."

  Her head boped back a bit. "You mean like time travel?" I had forgotten to tell her that he could time travel.

  "Yep," a small laugh escaped my lips. She snickered for a moment before exploding with laughter. "I'm sorry," she repeated these words over and over again between breaths to calm herself. "It's just, time travel," she shook her head. "It seems a bit out there, but I guess it's real." 

  "So real," I smiled before my face drooped again. "I wanted to be the one."

  "What?" Alex looked at me like I had just told her Santa isn't real. "Kara, what are you talking about?"

  "Oh," I had just played the conversation back in my head. It sounded like I wanted to be the one to die. "That was not what I meant. That night with the Music Meister, I saw him laying on the ground. He was bleeding from his chest. I wanted to be the one to save him. I wanted to be the one to kiss him and tell him that I was his one true love. That he was my one true love. But then iris came and screwed things up worse than the way Barry screwed up timelines. I saw the way that they looked at each other, and I thought to myself, if he has iris, then I will have that with Mon-El. But I lost Barry, and then I lost Mon-El. And now my life is just sad. I miss him Alex!"

  I will admit that I ended up staining my sister's shirt during our sisters' night sleepover. That night I came to realize, just how much I miss him. He was the fastest man alive, and I wanted to be more than friends. I didn't know him for nearly as long as everyone else at the funeral, but when I looked into his eyes it was hard to believe that he didn't feel the same way I did. I'm not fully sure if it was the friendzone or just some unrequited type of deal, but one thing was certain.

Barry Allen was my superfriend.