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P.S This is an Edited Version. Not a lot but a little.

I'm not good enough. You don't have to lie to me; I know that it would never work out. I'm not your Everything, not like she is.

Believe me, I know what it means to have unrequited love. That's my whole love life story.

I fall in love with men who wouldn't even have the first thought about me let alone a second thought. You're no different. No matter how much I wish you were.

They tell me I'm half way there you know; if I take the glasses off, dumb down a little maybe choose different colors for my wardrobe. Be less geeky. Don't ramble.

But I couldn't do that. Not even for you; I'm not sorry. Maybe I am, I'm not sure. (Not that it'd matter anyway) You might think I could do it for you; that I'd do anything to be able to be with you but I can't because if I compromise on myself what does that say about me.

To others it might say that I'd do anything for the one I loved and I get that. I really, really get that. But to me it would be the opposite; if the one you love can't take you for you, than darling, it was doomed from the start.

But like I said you're in love with Laurel. Beautiful, gorgeous, ex-girlfriend Laurel. Not me; the quirky, socially awkward, geeky Felicity. So it doesn't matter.

Silence echoed around her. The absence of the tapping of keys seemed to roar in her ears. Raising her hand and pulling her glasses off, she wiped the stray tears that had escaped, despite her best efforts to hold them in.

"You're so stupid", she whispered to herself. She knew that they would never work. His fate was practically written in the stars. And unfortunately she was from a completely different solar system.

Like looking into a telescope and hoping and dreaming to be part of that world knowing it would become a part of yours but never a part of theirs. Giving a small laugh laced with pain she shook her head and blew air out of her mouth in an imitation of a sigh.

"C'mon Felicity your good, everything's going to be fine" she whispered to herself as tears began welling up in her eyes as she tried to pep talk herself out of crying. She wasn't usually this emotional but after what happened today it hit her like a ton of bricks that, as much as she loved Oliver he wouldn't love her back. So she had turned to her computer and decided that was the best way to vent when no one was there to listen and write it all down on her computer to purge it from herself, and usually it worked but today the more she wrote the worse she felt and the harder she wanted to cry. Giving up she allowed the dam to break. The tears began to fall as she recalled what had happened a few short hours ago.

She realized why Oliver was so harsh with her earlier, trying to get her to leave after she offered to hack the FBI database. Before she understood who Helena was and what exactly she wanted. She had thought he was just trying to get rid of her again, pushing her out trying to exclude her. She should have trusted Oliver for having a legitimate reason for being so cruel about it. Not that it mattered anyway, but she had to open her big mouth and offer and look at her now. She was tied up, laying on the floor with tears yet again running down her face. Unsurprisingly Helena had not taken the hint and stuck around in town to do more digging on her father's where about's. Except this time she had come to Felicity and asked not nicely she might add, to break into federal government files and locate which safe house he father was being moved to.

She didn't need much persuasion to do it, as cowardly as that seemed, for she had seen the damage Oliver could do with his bow and though hers wasn't much to be compared to, ?to his Helena didn't have his kind of restraint.? She went as slow as she possibly could but Oliver was probably out with McKenna just like she told him to. Ironic, right? So he hadn't shown up as fast as she had hoped. Fear began to corse through her. Hearing footsteps approaching, she feared it was Helena coming back to finish the job. An urgent shout of her name pulled her out of her thoughts. Recognizing Oliver's voice she called his name out twice trying to get louder so he would hear but failing as a chocked sob betrayed her relief. "I'm here, his reassuring voice sounded in her ears before a more urgent question left his mouth "Are you okay?" as he cut her out of her bonds. His hand reached out to cup her face helping her to sit up before asking again more gently.

Nodding, she moved to answer but then she hear more footsteps and Oliver exploded into a defensive position, readying himself to throw the knife he had just recently used to release Felicity. Diggle barged in holding up one hand in surrender to avoid having a knife thrown at him. Oliver recognized Diggle entering with a gun and in return he lowered his knife.

A minute later, Felicity was relaying information about Helena and how she had given it to her. Disappointed in herself, she rushed to apologize to Oliver, who would have none of it interrupting her with a kind and gentle voice telling her that it wasn't her fault. He paused a minute looking in her eyes as if asking her for something, something she didn't understand. Making sure she was okay.

And then suddenly he was gone moving toward the door. He had switched gears so quickly she was thrown when she could practically see the waves of anger pouring off him. One moment he was gentle and caring and the next stone cold and angry. Hesitant Diggle voiced out the question both of them were wondering, "Oliver, what are you going to do?" A cold and chilled response dripping with venom was resounded, "What I should have done in the first place."

Diggle walked her home and he had even checked her apartment for her, making sure that everything was locked and secure. He had offered to stay the night if she still felt rattled and unsure but she had kindly refused, telling him that if Helena wanted to kill her she would have already done it after she had finished making her hack the FBI database. After all she had her father to kill.

That had been three hours ago. It was now two o'clock in the morning and she was still awake processing what had occurred and coming to the realization that she was in love with Oliver. She knew better too. Sure he was hot, sexy, beautiful even, but she knew his history. He changed sure, but the history she was talking about was with Laurel.

Laurel was the world to him and he would do anything for her. Even let his best friend be with her. Of course it wasn't just Laurel, there was McKenna too but that was doomed from the start. Sure she told him to pursue her, I mean for heaven sakes she was a cop. But only an idiot would actually think it was going to work out.

Idiot. She called him. Both him and herself.

It burned though, because his ex-girlfriend had terrorized her and could have killed her and yet, not once after rescuing her had he called to check up on her. Not one text or E-mailed, or come in person, God forbid. I mean she was just part of the Green Arrow team tough as nails that one, right? Wrong, one so many levels?!

She had taken a long bath, and tried to get control of her thoughts and emotions before stepping out of her bathroom two hours later and was a little more composed and together. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss ever since she had gotten out of the bath but couldn't place what was bothering her. She had sat at her laptop for an hour in her room, writing down what ever had come to mind about what she was feeling.

Feeling restless she got up and went to her small yet cozy Island kitchen making herself some Earl Grey tea before downing some Advil to help with her head ache, to hopefully get to sleep. Not that the caffeine would help but she needed something hot and it was all she had. She sank down in her comfortable computer chair before pulling up the document labelled Oliver Queen, debating whether not she should discarding it or save it decisions, decisions. She chose the latter, deciding to keep it and then closed it.

She shut down her laptop and slipped out of her hoodie keeping her boxers on and into her oversized green t-shirt with the faint smell of Oliver's expensive cologne that had one way or another gotten on it. She paused revelling in how comforting that scent had gotten during her time with Oliver. She would never know how his smell had ended up on her sleepwear. She walked around her apartment checking the six windows, the door and the security system that had been recently installed because the apartment building suddenly got a bunch more money from some anonymous donor. Didn't matter though, you never look a gift horse in the.

Finally she resigned herself to the fact that she had to go to sleep; to the dreams that plagued her at night, dreams filled with Oliver Queen. Dreams where she was standing beside him, kissing him, loving him, even the dreams where she was in bed with him. As much as that knowledge embarrassed her it was all she had. She had the tiniest part of Oliver and now that she could admit to herself she loved him, even if it was only in her head, and when she was tired of lying to herself, right before she fell asleep, it was worth it.

She hated him because of that fact. She hated him because even if he was the world's coldest bastard toward her; always taking her for granted, it was still worth every minute of being near him. She hated him because he aroused such deep dark feelings in her and he didn't even care. He was too busy with everyone else to notice anything about his hard working IT girl right under his nose.

She would remain beside him as long as he needed her. As much as admiring him from a distance, wishing, dreaming, and hoping from a far hurt. It was enough to make her stay. With those final thoughts she drifted off into the dream of Oliver and everything she ever wanted. Right before her eyes fell shut a shadow seemed to move outside her bedroom window but it didn't register in her mind as she was already asleep.

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