It had been five months. Five months since he had decided that he was ready to settle down, he was ready to be truly, completely, irrevocably in love (as if he wasn't already) with Felicity Meghan Smoak.

Five months since he had gone to the jewelry store, picked out a ring, and planned out the way he was going to do it. But every time it hadn't gone to plan, but none had gone as awry as tonight's plan to propose had, and now she was gone, and he didn't know where it was that she had gone too.

Oliver knew that it was Damien Dhark that had taken her, he was going to take every person he loved and cherished in his life one by one until he had nobody left and he became the murderous, raging man that he used to be... The one that Felicity had helped him change from.

Now he was stood in the foundry, glass shattered everywhere, and blood in even more places than he could stand to see, a hole in his heart and the ring box burning a hole in his pocket the size of Mount Everest, and he couldn't bare the pain.

He just had to find her.

Oliver dug the ring out of his pocket, and clutched the box in his hand, as tight as he could possibly hold it, almost envisioning the box was Felicity's hand wearing the ring.

Maybe if he could pretend, hope or dream enough, maybe the vision in his head would become a reality.

His head snapped up as he heard footsteps echoing through the foundry, his heart aching even more as he realised who it was, and that it wasn't who he wanted it to be.

"Are you okay, Oliver?" Diggle said, softly, almost as if he was afraid that anything he would say would break him like a china doll, which was stupid. He knew it wouldn't - but in the three years he had known Oliver, he had never seen him react to anything this way.

Oliver's eyes welled up with tears. "I was going to propose."

"What?" Diggles eyes met Olivers, and the look of sadness, the remaining fragments of the smile he once had on his face melting away with every passing second.

Oliver let out a small sigh, as he ran his hand, the free one, over his face. "I'd planned it out, I'd had it planned for months now. Every time something has gone wrong, and now... She's gone, John. She's gone, and I don't where she is or what," he paused, before spitting his words out venomously, "that man is doing to her."

"Oliver, I'm so sor-"

"Don't say you're sorry, because you don't understand." Oliver whispered. "I have always been afraid of letting myself truly love someone and the second that I let myself - they get taken away from me. Just like everything good, everyone that I love, always does. I'm a menace to the people I love."

Diggle opened his mouth to say something, before he was cut off again, and he watched as tears ran down Oliver's cheeks. He had never been so openly distraught about anything, and watching his best friend like this was heartbreaking.

"When you fell in love with Lyla, how did you know she was the one?" Oliver whispered. "Because, somehow, I know that Felicity is the one for me. I feel comfortable when she's here, and when she's not - it's like a part of my life, a vital organ, is missing. I've never had that feeling with anybody, not even my sister or my mother."

Diggle sighed. "Oliver, now's not the time to talk about this. You need to sleep."

"Sleep? How am I supposed to sleep? I have to find her, I don't care if I'm asleep for days and nights on end. I have to find her. There is no other option."

Oliver Queen used to think he knew only two things, but now he knows many more.

But the one he is most certain about is his love for Felicity.

He knows now that he has to find her, and he won't stop until he does.