When Oliver Queen woke up that morning, he expected it to be just like any other day. But it hadn't been, and now, that day would forever be engrained in his mind.

Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle and Roy Harper were all in the foundry. Felicity was on her computers, Diggle standing next to her, while Oliver and Roy were getting ready to go out and save their city, like they did every night.

But this time, Felicity had this nagging feeling in her head that Oliver wasn't going to come back; a thought that almost killed her every time it popped up in her mind.

Oliver, grabbing his bow and arrow from the table, glanced over at Diggle and Felicity with big eyes, and the smallest of smiles on his face.

Felicity stood up, hurried over to him, and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "Be careful, okay?" She whispered, so quiet that it was barely audible. But he heard it.

"I will be." He whispered back, as he patted Roy's shoulder, and they turned and walked out of the foundry, weaponry in arms.

Felicity turned around, stalked back over to her computer, and began nervously tapping away on the desk. "They're going to come back, aren't they, Digg?" She asked, not liking the shakiness in her voice.

Diggle nodded. "I think so, Felicity."

The door to the foundry opened, and Oliver walked in, no Roy in sight. Felicity was the only one there.

"Where's Diggle?" Oliver asked.

Felicity smiled. "Lyla wanted him home tonight. Where's Roy?"

"With Thea." He smiled.

Felicity stood up, her hand lingering on the blue chair. "So, you came back." She smiled, halfheartedly.

Oliver nodded. "Of course I did. I had to come back to you."

They exchanged glances before Felicity sighed, looking down at her shoes. "Oliver, I don't think I can do-"

Oliver cut her off, mid-sentence. "I know. I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Did you know you were the last thought I had before I almost died?" He told her, coming out all in one quick breath.

There was a pause, but it felt almost comforting.

"Of course you didn't know. I never told you."

Felicity looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "I was?"

"Yeah, you were." He said, a small smile playing at his lips. "In fact, the last thought I had was about kissing you. The feel of your lips on mine, the feel of your hair in my hands..." He trailed off, leaving Felicity's heart needing more.

"All this time, I thought you regretted it. Kissing me, I mean." She whispered, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

Oliver's eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. How could I regret it? I could never regret kissing you. I love you, Felicity. You have to know that."

When she didn't respond, he picked up his bag from the counter, and turned to walk out. Felicity grabbed his arm, tugging him back around to face her.

"I love you too."

Oliver was never the gooey romantic person, but he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. "You don't know how long I have waited to hear you say that, Felicity."

Felicity's smile grew wider. "Well, I do love you. A lot. A whole big lot. Like so much-"

"Stop babbling for five seconds, so I can kiss you."

Felicity's mouth flew shut, their lips met for the third time, and she could have sworn sparks flew.