He ignored his family’s judgement as he pursued science and math, growing his hair out along the way. He wanted to be someone who chased his dreams, breaking all of the futures that were set up for him and making his own. He wanted to be the man his brother believed that he could be. Then his brother died, and Cisco wanted to be different.
Scared of what people would think of him, how his father would react, and how he would fit into the music world that already felt like a false reality. It wasn’t until his oldest brother, Armando, mentioned that he should be himself that Cisco ever considered doing something different. He wanted to be free to be himself, and not have to fit into the mold that his parents made for him. You’ll look like a failure! His father would say, You would look unrefined, messy, and certainly not a part of our family!Īs time went on, Cisco didn’t think much about it, but he always wanted to be different. As much as he wanted change, wanted to grow his hair out, just to see what it looked like, his father always scorned him. Piano lessons, guitar lessons, violin lessons.anything to get him playing music. It was how his family liked it, and he was pushed into the life of a musician. Without it….who was Cisco Ramon? He didn’t know.Īs a kid, he always wore his hair short. It defines who he was, and who he wasn’t. But, his hair was so much more than just hair. The man with the short hair in the mirror wasn’t Cisco Ramon. He should’ve been glad that he was alive, but the only thing that mattered was the fact that Cisco lost everything. If Barry were there, if Caitlin was still on the team, Cisco wouldn’t have had to suffer like he did. The criminal wasn’t even a metahuman, just a guy who enjoyed seeing people suffer. He knew that, under normal circumstances, he would have been saved in a day. What else would you expect from someone who was kidnapped by a villian for three months? Iris said that it would get better, but he doubted her words. It felt like he would be like this forever. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of the feeling of weakness, of loss, he never could.
Tear stains seemed to permanently taint his face, making him seem smaller and more vulnerable than ever before. Cisco stared into the mirror where he could see his reflection, all broken, bruised, and pale.
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