Rain pattered on the windows. The sound was almost peaceful. The drops resembled the newly forming tears on her face, the ones that were preparing to fall. She placed the black hood atop her brunette locks, and shoved her shivering hands inside the front pocket of her hoodie. She knocked on the door, her pale knuckles getting wet from the excess rain on the windows.
He appeared. Gracefully. Suddenly. Although it wasn't physically prevalent, the rain felt as though it had stopped. Everything, when he was near, seemed to just melt away, no matter how she was feeling. She thought back to her purpose for being outside his door that night. Slowly, what had just melted away quickly reemerged.
"What're you doing here?" His voice was scratchy and rough. He had what appeared to be newly forming bags underneath his delicate eyes. His hair was disheveled. Even when he looked haggard, he still managed to make her heart beat a thousand miles per minute.
"I know it's late, but this is urgent. Please." He had a look of concern painted across his features. He could see that she was starting to cry.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay with Tommy?" He shut the door and ushered her inside, making quick glances upstairs as to not wake his sleeping fiancee.
"Oliver, I need you to listen to me. Okay? Once I tell you what I'm about to tell you, I need you to get in the car with your fiancee, and leave Star City. I mean it."
He suddenly moved closer to her now, his strong hand on her pale arm. "What the hell is going on?" His blue eyes found her brown ones, which were continuing to be a waterfall. Thunder clapped outside. Lightning soon followed suit. She slowly removed her shaking hands from the front pocket of her hoodie, and issued a gaze toward Oliver.
"Remember those stories you were telling me, about Felicity, and how much she impacted your life? You told the story about how she got that tattoo on her wrist, the star?" She quickly wiped away a single fallen tear.
"You told me that she was the first person, after your parents divorce, that made you feel whole again? You said that Thea learned to love her like a sister?"
"Where is this coming from?" He asked, inquisitory.
"Let me finish." Her voice remained soft, as though she was afraid to speak any louder, as if someone were to hear her words. "You told me about the one birthday gift you gave her. That necklace with the star? She loved stars, right? She saw something in them, their magic, and the way they always brought light to the world. They always knew what they were. They never pretended."
Oliver stayed quiet. He crossed his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest. She could tell he wasn't following her.
"I am done pretending to be someone I'm not. I'm done lying to you. Too many people have died, and if I'm going to tell one person this, it's going to be you, because you are the one that means the most to me." She took his hand in hers, and they stayed there, touching, for what felt like an eternity. She wanted so badly to embrace him, but knew she couldn't reach that far. Not yet.
"Oliver, this whole thing, these past six months. It's been a game. To get back at the Merlyns. I've been pretending. I'm not who I've been saying I am, and you've known all along. Deep down, you've known." She gave a light squeeze to his hand. "I know it. Don't tell me I'm wrong."
"What're you talking about" He furrowed his brow. He sounded sure, as though she had read his mind almost completely accurately.
"I should have never gotten you involved in this. I should've just ran away the minute I ran into you that day."
"You're not making any sense." He slowly slid his hand away from her grasp, and re-crossed his arms. His expression was one of confusion and bewilderment.
She slowly removed the hood from her head. "Please don't hate me," she almost unintelligibly whispered. "Please."
Suddenly, her brunette locks turned into a blonde ponytail. She dropped the brunette mop to the hardwood floor, and kicked it away from her feet, like it was some sort of dead rodent. She removed the brown contacts from her eyes, which revealed a set of sky blue ones. She reached behind her, into a back pocket of her dark wash jeans. She revealed a pair of square-rimmed glasses, and delicately placed them atop her nose. Lastly, she reached into the same pocket and placed a gold necklace around her neck. It was of a four pointed star.
"It's me, Oliver." She licked her thumb, and wiped away at her wrist, revealing a small tattoo of the same four pointed star.
"I'm Felicity Smoak."