She had lived. It had been touch and go for a while but she lived. And now there she was, in the loft she and Oliver shared recuperating. Reflecting.

She remembered the smallest details of that day. They were embedded in her mind. The attack on the volunteers. Her mother finding the ring. The holiday party. Her kidnapping. Their rescue. His proposal. Them riding in that limo, going home, away from the fear. She had felt so safe in his arms, so secure in his love. In that moment, there had been no regrets, no doubt, just him and her.

Then, she felt the car stop. She heard gunfire. She felt Oliver throw his body over hers. She felt his racing pulse.

Then, there was a searing pain in her stomach.

And then, there was nothing.

When she woke up a few days later, she was in the hospital. Pain resonating through her whole body, the artificial light was blinding and her throat hurt, but she felt safe and a renewed sense of self.

Oliver was asleep on a chair at her side. He held her hand in his, as if holding on for dear life. She wanted to tell him 'I am here. I am back', but she did not want to disturb his sleep. She could not imagine what it had been like for him.

She moved her hand, caressing his fingers with hers. "Oliver".

"Felicity! You are awake!" There were tears in his eyes. Relief in his voice. " I should call a doctor". He was about to stand up, when she waved as if to stop him.

"Just a minute. Look at me. I am okay. It's going to be okay".

"I cannot believe you are awake. You died Felicity. You died over and over again. There was nothing I could do."

"I am okay. I am fine… Wait? Where is my ring?"

"It's here, there was some swelling. They took it off." One hand on her cheek, looking in her eyes, he took the ring out of his pocket and slid it onto her finger.

"Thank you. I missed it. Is that weird? I mean I was unconscious, but I feel like I missed it, like I missed you. How long was asleep?"

"It has been three days. Felicity, I am just going to get the doctor, I will be right back."

Three days. It was hard to thing about that time. On one side, it felt like the accident had just happened. She could still feel Oliver's body thrown against hers as the bullets flew by. But she did not feel that fear that had gripped her, she felt a weird sense of calm. When she tried to think about what happened after she was hit. She could not see anything but there was a feeling. A feeling of peace. A sense of calm.

She remembered Oliver telling her how when he felt after his duel with Ras, he had seen the faces of those he loved. There had been no faces for her, but there had been memories. She had seen the mark she had left on the world as she was about to leave it.