Notes: Hello people! This is my first fanfiction, actually I wrote it in portuguese and now I am (trying) to translate to english. I chose a song for every chapter, so it's a good idea you listen to the song while you are reading the chapter.

I really hope that you enjoy it!

Song: Photograph by Ed Sheeran

Chapter 1 - Photograph

Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

And when it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in the photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts were never broken

And time's forever it is frozen still

(Photograph - Ed Sheeran)

Felicity

My head throbbed. Actually it seems there was a jackhammer trying to pierce my skull. My body was soft like jelly, I could barely move around without pain. My mouth was dry, I felt an enormous thirst. That seemed an epic hangover and the funny thing is that I do not remember having drunk last night.

I could bet that had Oliver's finger on this story, he probably should have brought that red wine that I love and there ... I sighed. There was nothing better than being married to Oliver Queen.

I groped the bed in search of my husband's rigid body, but I did not find him. I decided to call him, but my voice was hoarse and rough hurting my throat. I opened my eyes ready to face the sand-colored walls of my room and begging for an aspirin, but instead I saw a fluorescent light on the ceiling. I blinked several times to until the images to come into focus. That was definitely not my room. Everything was too white, with light blue accents. That was when I finally understood, I drank so much that I ended up in the hospital!

"I'm glad that you woke up! I'll call Dr. Snow. " Said the young woman sitting in the chair as she pressed one side of the bed button.

"What happened?" I asked raising my body trying to sit. That's when I felt a sharp stab in the back and immediately returned to lie. Oops, that did not look good!

"Do not apply excessive force! It is better to lie." The woman that entered the room wearing a white lab coat told me. "My name is Caitlin Snow and I am your neurologist."

I blinked my eyes trying to take it all. Why do I need a neurologist? I just drank too much! Seeming to understand my confusion, the doctor continued:

"You had a car accident on Friday night, and you are at Starling General Hospital, you fractured two ribs, you injured your right wrist and hit pretty hard with your head. Your car was coming from Central City to Starling City, when flipped over on the road" She explained.

I tried not to panic! Was Oliver hurt too?

"Oh my God! Did someone else get hurt?" I expressed my fear terrified at the possibility of a positive answer.

"No, it didn't. You were alone." I sighed with relief as she continued "Unfortunately your belongings were burned in the car when it went into combustion. The rescue team did a great job when they took you out of the car on time." She said with a half-smile. "Unfortunately we do not have your identification so I need you to tell me who you are and who I must warn."

"My name is Felicity Smoak Queen ... This is very strange… I can't even remember the car accident or the travel from Central City to Starling. "

"Do not worry, this is normal in car accidents. " She said giving me a friendly smile "Our brain tends to block traumatic memories of the day. Now I need to answer some questions while I check you."

"Of course"

I gave Dr. Snow all the necessary information, name, address, ID, and Oliver's phone number. He must be going crazy without news about me.

"Now, get some rest." She said smiling as she closed the door. "Tomorrow one Central City police expert will talk to you."

"Police?" I asked worried "But you said there were no casualties."

"Do not worry, this is a usual procedure for all accidents." She said, but I was still worried "Just rest, ok?"

I did not want to sleep, I wanted to be awake when Oliver arrived. I wish I could hug him and feel his delicious scent and it was thinking about him that in a few minutes I succumbed to sleep.

When I opened my eyes for the second time, the fluorescent light did not bother me so much. This probably because I had something better to look... Oliver was sitting on the couch across the room with his elbows on his knees and hands on his face ... I knew he was suffering.

"Honey …" I called him. I wanted to get him out of that trance and also I wanted him to come closer. I needed him to be closer. Will I ever heal me that my addiction to Oliver Queen? It had been since our first meeting in Queen Consolidated I.T. department, he just say my name once and I was already in love.

He was physically different, with shorter hair and unshaven. That scared me. The last thing I remembered was a beardless Oliver and hair a little longer. I made a mental note to ask him how many days I spend at the hospital.

Oliver looked tense. He took faltering steps to me, I saw in his eyes a mixture of worry and fear. His face contorted with grief to see me. Was I that bad? Damn, I should have asked for a mirror before leaving my husband to see me with a face full of bruises and tousled hair! Did I have some gruesome scar?

"Hey..." He approached the bed uncertain. "How are you?" And his voice was enough to get me out of my reverie.

"A little sore, but better to have you here with me." I said, sitting up and ignoring the pain. I sought his hand and held it with my hand that was without immobilizer. I immediately felt that sense of comfort and forgot all my pain.

He looked confused and sad. His eyes were analyzing me deeply in search of something I could not define.

That's when I noticed something wrong. Something very wrong.

"Oliver… Where is my wedding ring?" I asked staring at our hands. The golden ring glittered on his ring finger, but my hand was completely empty.

Between his eyebrows had a crease, his lips pursed in a frown. I knew well that face. He was angry at something.

"Felicity ..." He started to say, but he was interrupted by the arrival of another doctor that I did not know with doctor Snow. She was holding in her hands a white folder with my name on the front. There was a crease between her eyebrows. She did not seem very happy.

"Felicity, I need you to answer me something." She said approaching with that annoying little flashlight in my eyes. It did not look good. She was with that face of Grey's Anatomy doctors when they need to give bad news to the patient. Even she was accompanied by another doctor, I bet it was to give her some moral support. My brain was already plotting all the possibilities. It would be a tumor? Do I have three more months of life? Will they amputate my leg?

Beside me Oliver shook my hand, I felt his tension. But I knew he would be with me whatever happened. For better or for worse, we promised.

"What day is today?" That was a bad taste joke? Right? Here I am ready to receive my death sentence and she asks me it?

"April 23, 25 maybe? I do not know how many days I was here ..."

"What year?" She questioned nonchalantly.

"2012!" I replied without hesitation.

Oliver was stunned, his eyes probed my face in disbelief. His hands shook mine and he seemed to lose the air for a second.

"Felicity, today is May 18, 2015" Doctor Snow said "I checked the results of the MRI and found a lesion in the temporal lobes, sorry. Apparently you forgot the last three years."

"Oh God, is there a treatment? I'll remember soon?"

"I'm sorry, this is not an exact science. The memories can come back tomorrow, as you can never come back. You can do some sessions with..."

"I do not believe! You can not ... It's a nightmare!" I was freaking out. Oliver sat on the edge of the bed and he hugged me rocking like a child and kissing the top of my head.

"Hey, calm down, you'll be fine. I am here with you."

"I do not believe! When I went to bad yesterday I was 26 years old and today I woke up and I am 29!" I said in a whimper.

That was enough for everyone in the room laugh, including Oliver. He was much lighter now. I saw no reason for relief! I was old! I needed a mirror urgently, not to check my bruises, but my wrinkles!

I lost three years of my life! Three years! I did not even know who the president of the United States anymore. Or if we were at peace with the Middle East. Or which version of Windows we use in 2015. And the worst I missed a season and a half of Doctor Who, that's not fair!

Oliver did not seem a bit worried about my amnesia. He simply said that we would make new memories, better than the others. He said he would make me so happy that I would not even want the old memories back!

I will finally have my medical release! After two days I was sick of that red gelatin with water taste. Oliver promised me he would buy me a big belly burger, unfortunately we could not go to the snack bar because I should be in bed resting! For long three weeks! And Oliver took orders medical seriously... Unfortunately.

An expert of the Central City police, Barry Allen was in my room in the morning, he asked me some questions about the car accident and then I explained my case of amnesia. He seemed a little disappointed, but he was so nice that suddenly we were just talking about completely random things until Oliver come and shoo him unceremoniously.

Sara also came to visit me. We talked for hours and I discovered that she and Nyssa finally get married.

"I can't believe that I missed your wedding!" I said really upset.

"You have not lost it , you were there. You were the maid of honor!"

When Oliver arrived he seemed a little annoyed to find Sara there. I could have sworn I had a tension between them. Oliver did not want Sara to be here. I thought I was imagining things, but I heard a conversation very suspicious of them outside the room.

"Please do it for me Sara. I'm begging you." Oliver asked.

"I will not do this for you, I will do for the well-being of Felicity." Sara replied coldly and then she left.

This left me rather upset because apparently my best friend and my husband fought in those three years that I lost.

I saw Oliver turning the knob and I ran to the bed, no way he would get me snooping. I started to move the clothes that the nurse left there, the ones I was wearing on the day of the accident. I do not know why they gave me back this, it's not like I wanted a souvenir.

"I've already signed all the paperwork, you're finally free to go home." Oliver said smiling and giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I decided to get rid of the doubt that tormented me.

"Is it everything good between you and Sara? I felt a tension between you two." I said nonchalantly while I folded the clothes.

"What? We're fine. We're just worried about you."

I looked into his eyes. Why was he lying to me? I sighed returning to work double my jeans. That's when from the pocket fell a photo, and for more that I was upset with the lie I could not hold the smile. It was a picture of me with Oliver on our wedding day.

"I love this picture" I said showing it to Oliver. "I should know that it would be with me at the accident, I usually take it everywhere I go. So I miss you less.

His eyes gleamed thrilled for me and a huge smile lit up his face.

"I love you so much it hurts." He said in a voice choked feeling.

I did not want his love for me hurt, I just wanted to make him happy. But before I could say that, he pulled me gently around the waist with one hand, while with the other he outlined the outline of my lips. My whole body tingled with the touch. Our breaths mingled and suddenly his lips met mine and his tongue demanded passage. That slow and torturous kiss was driving me crazy. It's make me want more and more. But too soon Oliver stopped the kiss.

We both smiled at each other.

I felt a connection with Oliver that I never felt before. It was love, desire, passion, complicity. The perfect relationship.

Sooner or later I would find out what was happening to him and Sarah. But at that time I had two certainties: 1) Oliver Queen loves me. And 2) I loved him too. And that was enough.

"Let's go home." I said taking his hand and walking to the exit.

Notes: So... what do you think? If you notice some mistakes, please tell me and I'll fix it. ;)

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