“That depends on what it is.” Cisco said with a smirk.
“Its crazy how family issues can just pull you away from everything. Sorry I had to run out so quickly.” Cisco said to the other, looking up from the swirling steam coming from his coffee.
Violet still didn’t look satisfied. “Ok but the way you described it with ‘reliving’. Like it has already happened. Reliving describes memories not nightmares.”
“What I’m seeing is from an alternate timeline, I think. Where I die. But obviously the timeline never came to be, because I’m still here.” Cisco replied, frustrated.
Dick nods “well your better than nothing, i need to wash my uniform before my next shift at the station.”
“In all honesty, you’d be better off washing it in the sink or something. I think this machine is beyond repair.” Cisco sighed, looking up at the man. “Sorry, dude.”
Violet cocked her head and sat down neck to him, rubbing his chest soothingly. “’Relive?’ What do you mean by that, honey.”
“Everytime I literally relive my death each time. I feel as his hand rips my heart to shreds, I feel the bomb go off behind me, leaving shrapnel embedded in my body as I bleed to death. It just sucks.” He brought his hand to lay over top of Violet’s. “I can’t stop it from happening, either.”
Griffin turned back, looking at the other. “You’re scared of an alley and yet you’re on this side of town.” Sighing, he came back and started walking on the main road again. “Are you scared of the dark dude?”
“I’m not scared of the dark.” Cisco said, somewhat offended that the man would even think that. “It’s just last time I went down a dark alley I got shot. So I don’t really venture down them anymore.” He said, bringing a hand up to where the fresh scar was.