Laurel Lance, always trying to save the world.
It runs in the family.
For the first time in so long Laurel had felt content. She knew that there was always going to be hardships in her life, but for the first time she felt like she could carry their weight. There was a smile on her lips as she walked down the alleyway. She heard a noise above her and naturally she looked up. That was when the her world stopped.
The fall from the roof of the building took seconds, but Laurel looked back on the moment as if it happened in slow motion. First her looking up, the millisecond of confusion, then the realization, the fraction of a moment when she believed that there was something that she could do to prevent her sister from hitting the ground. Someway that she could have made the arrows speared through her body disappear. Then seeing her collide with the alley floor, and thinking that there was someway for her to be alright. Laurel already lost her she couldn't do it again. She wouldn't.
The first time she had lost Sara she had felt angry and betrayed. Because of Sara, because of Oliver, because she herself hadn't some how seen it coming. Yet she had still missed her, she had still loved her, because when you have a little sister you have to forgive her when she makes mistakes even if they hurt the both of you. It had taken six years for Laurel to fully understand that.
When Sara came back, yes, she had been angry. But now that didn't matter. Now they had fixed everything. Now they were alright. Now she wished that she could take back every word that she ever utter that had cause Sara pain, even if it was for her own good and she deserved it.
Laurel dropped to her knees, her brain didn't bother to register the sobs piercing the silence and the tremors taking over her body. Sara was the only thing that mattered. Sara. Her baby sister.
She was screaming her name as she pulled Sara's lifeless body to her. A million protests that couldn't change a thing flew through her mind. She wasn't sure if she was merely shaking so hard she couldn't hold the two of them up stait or if a part of her trying to rock her sister in her final sleep.
Laurel Lance, always trying to save the world.
It runs in the family.
Author's note: Well I'm still in shock and character mourning. Thanks for reading, please review!