It had all gotten to be too much. The only place she had ever begun to call home was beginning to feel like the only place she didn't belong anymore. With Laurel training, Oliver working on getting the company back, and Diggle constantly worrying about Lyla, Felicity was feeling less and less like a part of Team Arrow. They all had their own worries, their own things to fight for, and when she began to reevaluate her life she was finding that she wasn't sure what it was she was fighting for.
The worst part of all of this?
It took dying to figure it out.
The new Count, the one who was going around with a new strand of Vertigo had found her. Apparently she had been written down in some stupid book that the first one kept. What was with these damn books, anyway? One started all of this, suppose it only made sense to end with one. The double dose of the drug had coursed through her veins quickly, too quickly. Honestly, she hadn't even felt the effects of the drug, all she knew was that she was definitely dying.
As the tears fell down her cheeks a barely audible laugh left her lips. Fitting how alone she was feeling lately that she die all alone. Hopefully Sara would take her dog when she came home, she had always loved Ophelia. Maybe Roy could take her apartment. He had practically been living there in an attempt to get away from Thea's memory at his place. Diggle would probably take that photo from her wall of the two of them. He had always been like the brother she never had. They were acting like complete goofballs in the photo, which was why it was both of their favorites. Carefree moments were extremely rare working with Team Arrow. Probably because Oliver was so broody.
Oliver…
Even though he was a giant pain in her ass, she would miss him the most. Ever since the whole "I love you" disaster, things have been strained. She was never good at admitting her feelings, too many people have left scars on her heart, but she knew that she loved him. Her death would probably affect him the most. There was no doubt in her mind that he would blame himself for this, no matter how much it was obviously hers.
Why did she always put herself in these positions? Sometimes her bravery was her biggest downfall. "And what was that horrible screaming sound?" She mused before realizing it was her. Was she really in that much pain? Why couldn't she actually tell? Her inner dialogue has never hindered her pain before. It just had to be the drug.
Snapping her mouth shut, and concentrating as best she could, she pulled her phone from her front coat pocket. Texting was difficult, the buttons blurred together and for a moment she wondered if she had lost her glasses. Thanks to autocorrect, something she never thought she would think or say, she managed to get a text to Oliver. Fear didn't stop her this time as she told him where she was, and that he would be too late but she loved him. Always had. And as a near after though, she threw in the pass code for phone so that he could get hers moms phone number.
The last thing she remembered before the complete blackness was the feel of Oliver's hand on her cheek, and the very faint sounds of his pleading for her to stay with him. It almost sounded like his exchange with Tommy, she thought before she grew too weak to stay conscious anymore.