This short story just popped in my head and I could not get rid of it.
Thanks for my lovely ghost for help. You're amazing :)
"No." She whispered with piercing pain as her grip tightened on the sword.
"No. Just no!" She screamed with anger as she raised it above her head.
"No. It..can't..be..true." Disbelief ringing in her ears. The sword falling from her fingers as it slammed into the table, hard.
He can't do this to me. It hurt so much. She fell to her knees hitting the cold, rough floor. It was too much for her.
She looked at the sword and with her last bit of energy she threw it across the room, hoping the pain would go with it.
It landed next to the stairs. Stairs he would never walk down again. Tears started to fall. She couldn't stand. She couldn't move. All she could do was feel. Pain. Loss.
The love of her life wasn't here. He wasn't with her. He was dead.
Oliver Queen was dead.