I have a problem. I just can't leave this fandom/couple alone. I'm always thinking about them. Mea culpa, I think.
This thing was supposed to be a continuation to my other fic "we never grow out of this feeling that we won't give up". But, as I read it again, I just couldn't think of a way to mess with it, I don't know how.
So, this is another attempt of making they find their ways towards each other, again.
I didn't reviewed this.
Oh, and I don't own Arrow. *sighs*
She stares at the destruction of the lair.
They have a lot to work on. Reconstruct their work place, their city, their lives.
It still amazes her, even after four years of working with them (him!) how one single person is able to destroy everything they've worked so hard for.
Shrugging her shoulders, she sits on the floor near her computers and starts to work.
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Stretching his arms, he looks at her across the room.
She's working with her computers and she has that focused look on her face, so he knows better than to just interrupt her.
He doesn't know where they stand.
Sure, she said that she'll never leave him despite the broken engagement. But things are strained between them and if they're not working, she can barely look at him.
And it hurts his already damaged heart.
Lifting another table, he decides to not think about it too much, at least for now.
He has enough on his plate already.
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After a lot of hours of hard work, they're both exhausted.
She's laying on the floor, just staring at the ceiling. He's sitting across for her, with one leg bent over.
His left leg is almost touching hers. Trying not to think how comfortable they both feel, even in the cold, hard floor, they let it all sink in.
He opens his mouth to say something (he's not sure what), when she beats him to it.
"I think I'll head to my apartment now."
(He notices how she doesn't call her apartment "home". Stealing a glance from her, he can see that she's nervous, probably because she knows that he notice her slip.
She prays that he doesn't say anything about it.
He doesn't.)
He stands up and as he decides if he should offers her his hand, she takes that decision for him, standing up on her own.
She walks ahead and he follows her, just two steps behind.
He needs to fight off the need to touch her on her lower back; she hopes he doesn't notice how much she misses this little things.
Without looking at each other, they enter the elevator.
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They're out of the building and the night is so, so dark. There's not a cloud on the sky and the air is so dry that makes her nose itch.
He can see her car across the street.
Looking briefly at her, he sees that she's messing with her keys, probably thinking about something.
He puts his hand in his pockets, and opens his mouth.
"See you tomorrow?"
Startled, he looks into her blue eyes.
"Oliver?"
He nods. – "Yes, Felicity, see you tomorrow."
They part ways on the sideway, both wondering how to come back from this limbo of unsaid words and repressed feelings, considering if they'll be able to go back to what they once were.
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