"Desiderata"
Chapter 1
Disclaimer:
Everything after 3x01 is fair game.
English is not my first language.
Arrow is definitely not mine.
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Me:
Writing this Arrow fanfiction, for me, is a way to channel my frustration after being seduced so thoroughly just to be pushed over a cliff and then shattered into little pieces of broken hope.
Exaggerating much? Not really! Perhaps I won't be as disappointed if the teasing of the possibility of Olicity was not exaggerated as it was in 3x01!
I'm digressing. Forgive me T_T
Hello, Hello! This is my second story for Arrow. For those of you who had read my first story "Never Again", this will basically run in the same direction. I hope you enjoy this one too.
Each chapter will be on the short side, unless I find the ability to write longer chaps _
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"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy"
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Inherently, Felicity Smoak was a happy person. When life got her down, she had some true-and-tested methods to pick herself up.
When she was feeling blue and gloomy, she would dress herself in bright invigorating colors.
These bold colors agreed with her. They complemented her fair complexion and she wore them like no one else.
When the blue and gloomy feeling escalated, she would turn to the delights of freshly brewed coffee. A cup of coffee could always calm her down.
Everything was right with the world once she had had her first cup of Java.
Back in the days when she was still one of the IT grunts in Queen Consolidated, she had liked listening to music with her big noise-cancelling headphones.
That habit was nonexistent after Oliver had asked her to be his Executive Assistant, which was understandable given her position then.
She also understood the importance of not using her headphones during her nightly routine at the foundry; seconds of delay could mean life and death for the team.
The holy trinity, however, were tucked safely in the comfort of her apartment; Great entertainment, ice cream, and wine - In that exact order.
She could spend the whole night and a better part of the day, burrowing in an imaginary world of movies and series, leaving her real-life problems behind.
She could dig under the bottom of her ice cream tub and let her worries melt away.
She could drown her sorrow and her tears in a bottle or bottles of wine, lots and lots of wine.
Inherently, Felicity Smoak was a happy person. When life got her down, she had some true-and-tested methods to pick herself up.
Sitting now in her bedroom, in the dark, still wearing the dress she had worn visiting Digg and Lyla at the hospital, she unconsciously raised her fingers to touch her still tingling lips.
A first kiss, which was also their last. How in the world could she pick herself up now?
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Me:
I would love to hear your opinions. Please do tell my what you think in the review.
Thank you for reading!
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"Desiderata" (Latin: "desired things") is a 1927 prose poem by American writer Max Ehrmann.