She thought it was just a show. Something to binge, something to escape to. But when a glitch in her tech project pulls Willow Paige from her world and drops her into the heart of Central City right in the middle of Season 3 of The Flash Fiction bec...
There's a difference between watching something... and living in it.
I used to know exactly how each episode ended. The plot twists. The betrayals. The wins, the losses. I thought being a fan meant I was prepared.
I was wrong.
When I opened my eyes, Central City wasn't just on a screen anymore it was real. The particle accelerator. STAR Labs. Barry Allen. It was all here, surrounding me like a story that forgot I was never meant to be part of it.
They don't know who I am. Not yet. And I don't plan on telling them. Because I know how this season ends the pain that's coming. The deaths. The truths that rip people apart. If I say too much, I could ruin everything. If I say nothing, I could lose the only chance I have to survive.
I didn't ask to end up here. But I'm here now. In a world that shouldn't exist, trying to keep from breaking it more than I already have.
The timeline is fragile. And I'm the fracture.
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