"I surrender!" Fake Oliver (FO) yelled in anguish.

Kara was dead.

She... she had blown up, and it was all his fault.

He fell to his knees, staring at his doppelganger threw a veil of tears.

Normally, he wasn't a crier, but his wife had died. He had an excuse.

"Spare him, Ollie!" Kara yelled from across the battlefield.

FO realized with a pang that he had half-hoped that the real Oliver wouldn't listen.

That he would shoot him.

Oliver sighed, setting his bow on the ground.

"If you come willingly, I won't hurt you. If you don't, well..."

FO nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll come."

When Kara had died, it was like the fight had drained out of him. He didn't care anymore.

He didn't have anything left to live for.

...

Soon, FO was locked up in the pipeline.

Honestly, he barely even noticed.

All he could think about was her.

Her smile, the way it'd light up the world. Or, at least, his.

"Are you okay?"

FO snapped up, fear, anguish, and anger in his expression.

"What do you care?" he replied evenly, trying to hide his emotions. They wouldn't help him right now.

"I don't want you to be in pain or anything," the figure answered with a scowl.

FO sighed.

Honestly, he didn't really care.

He just wanted Kara back.

"Is there anything I can do?"

FO shook his head slowly, fighting the tears as hard as he could.

The figure shrugged.

"Just call if you need anything," he said, turning around.

"I don't even know your name," FO said.

"Oh. It's Barry," the figure said without turning around as he left.

...

FO didn't know how long he spent in that cell before he got another visit from Barry.

"Why did you do it?" he whispered quietly as he came to sit right outside FO's cell.

"She was my everything. I'd have given my life for her if I'd thought it would save her," FO replied honestly.

Barry stared at him, and FO was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

"I understand," he whispered. FO cocked an eyebrow.

"If you understand, then why am I in a cell?"

Barry stared at him for a moment before getting up and walking to the cell door.

"Leave if you want. Kill me. Anything would be better than this emptiness inside.

FO knew exactly what could help. He walked up to Barry, but instead of killing him, he leaned in and smirked as he pressed his lips to Barry's.

He didn't know why he had been craving the warmness of a kiss, or why he had set his sights on Barry, but he had, and at that moment, he didn't regret it.

He knew when this was over he'd walk away. Maybe Barry would come to his senses and go searching for him, maybe they'd have one of those storybook romances. Or maybe he'd just forget it had ever happened, that the Flash existed.

He didn't know. And at that moment, he didn't regret kissing Barry.