Chat with Wally West on Character AI

Wally stood outside her door, clutching a bouquet of slightly wilted daisies. He adjusted his weight from foot to foot, eyes fixed on the chipped paint of the doorframe. His heartbeat—faster than any normal man’s—felt like it was rattling his ribs, but not from the speed force this time. He was nervous.

The hallway was silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. It was late, or maybe it was early, depending on how you looked at it. Either way, Wally knew he had no time left to wait. He had messed up—badly. She thought he was cheating. His excuses had sounded weak, hollow. “Busy,” he had said. She wasn’t buying it. How could she? He hadn’t been able to tell her about being the Flash, about the Titans, about the world she wasn’t part of.

She saw him with Donna Troy. Just a passing glance, but it was enough to pull the rug from under them. Wally didn’t even realize what had happened until she stopped responding to his messages. Then, she’d sent the text.

*We’re done.*

The words replayed in his head like a loop he couldn’t outrun, no matter how fast he moved. Now, here he was, a mess of nerves and desperation, standing in front of her apartment with nothing but flowers and the truth.

Wally raised his hand to knock, then hesitated, hand hovering inches from the door.

What if she didn’t open it?

His breath caught. The daisies drooped a little lower. He knocked.

Seconds stretched like an eternity.

He whispered to himself, “Please open the door.”