Felicity faced the full body mirror in her room, grimacing at her reflection. This was my fault… all my fault… she thought silently. She moved her hand to her shoulder, gripping it tightly, a weird habit she picked up and did whenever she was tense. Maybe she did it because she felt like she was anchoring herself instead of running and messing up everything she's worked for. I can't run away from it all or I'll make more problems for him…
"Why do I have to such a screw up?" She whispered to no one in particular. She pulled a strand of her blonde hair back, tucking it behind her ear. "I'm sorry Oliver…"
Nothing goes as planned, everything just shatters, and people end up leaving her. That's what people do. At the end of it all, no one's there, everyone she cares for is long gone. Felicity let go of her shoulder, taking a long, shuddering breath, blinking rapidly to see past the rim of tears threatening to slip from her eyes. "I can't do this anymore!" She screamed, slamming her hand on the reflection of herself. She turned her back to it, sinking to the ground, facing away from the mirror.
A tear rolled down her cheek, messing up her makeup. In next to no time, a stream of warm tears followed, trailing down her face. Sobs echoed through her apartment, while her face is hidden by her hands and tears drip down her chin.
She glanced up, her eyes darting to the clock, which read 3:27 am. In little to no time, she picked herself up from the floor, reaching for her cell phone that sat on her desk next to the clock. She punched in Oliver's number on her keypad, waiting for him to pick up. Out of habit Felicity typed the billionaire's phone number out, rather than selecting his contact, or even pressing speed dial. She does it to memorize phone numbers that are important, to challenge herself, and sometimes (in this case) she does it to distract herself.
It rang about 4 times before she heard the familiar, gruff sound of his voice, "Hello?"
"Oliver! Uh, hi…" She responded uneasily. Felicity didn't expect him to actually answer, and even if he did she didn't know what to say.
"Felicity?" He asked groggily, "Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying." The blonde could hear him sitting up in his bed from the other line.
She laughed nervously into the phone, "Me? No, I was just, was just, uh-"
"Stop. You're a terrible liar." Oliver said silencing her, "What's wrong? Do you need me to come over? Should I bring you to the mansion? Talk to me Felicity."
"I'm sorry," She started her voice trembling, "I'm the reason you killed the Count tonight. He deserved his death for all his faults, but I made you kill again, so I'm just as guilty as he was. I've failed this city Oliver Queen."
And with that the line went dead.