Ok so this is a new story that is, as usual, in a completely different universe than all my other stories. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

I always regretted not being able to say it out loud. It haunted me. The thought that maybe he never saw it, maybe he never knew. Maybe it was all my fault. The ring on the chain around my neck burned into my skin like a brand. The pictures in my hand blurred as my eyes filled with unshed tears. My heart screamed that they were wrong. They were all wrong. Oliver couldn't be gone. Couldn't be dead. But my mind reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. I'd never see his face again. Never see his smile again. Never walk down the aisle. And he'd never get to meet the child I now had to raise alone. The child that he might not have known about.

Two years earlier...

Okay if there's a God he defiantly doesn't want me to find this place. I searched and searched and searched and nothing. Nada. I looked up and down both sides of the street. People passed by me on there way to work or school or God forbid the coffee shop my best friend was waiting at that just didn't want to be found. I was already 15 minutes late and Keira would skin me alive if I didn't show up. That began to look more and more likely as scanned the street yet again. At 7:00 in the morning it was pretty busy but I just couldn't pinpoint the location of this place that seemed to have alluded me. I was just about to give up and call her when something, or rather someone, bumped into me from behind nearly throwing me into the path of an on coming car. I felt a vice like grip wrap around my arm just above the elbow and pull me roughly back onto the side walk right as the car sped past me. I turned slightly startled as the person let go of my arm. The first thing I saw was gray. I looked up. And up. And up. Before finally seeing the face of a rather tall looking man who was standing just a little too close.

"Thanks." I said as our eyes met.

"Are you okay?" he asked. His voice was deep and slightly concerned. I nodded as I took in his appearance. His hair was dark blonde, almost brown, and just long enough to touch the top of his eyebrows. His eyes were a sort of greyish blue that held a sort of look that told you he was use to getting what he wanted. His clean shaven face made him look younger than he really was. Which I was guessing was about 24 or 25. He also stood at about 6'1. I realized that I hadn't answered his question and quickly looked away mumbling, "Yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Um, yeah, well not really I've been looking for this coffee shop that just doesn't want to be found and it's been almost 20 minutes, and that has nothing to do with why you asked me if I was okay and now I've wasted your time because you so did not decide to walk around bumping into people, but you did, and now you're here, listening to me babble, which will end, in three, two, one. Sorry yeah I'm fine."

He seemed slightly shocked and didn't say anything for a minute. As I started to move away, he broke out of his shocked silence. "There's a coffee shop a block away."

My eyes widened before looking the direction he was pointing. "You've got to be kidding me."

He smiled slightly at my exasperation. "I'm afraid not."

"My friend is so going to kill me when I get there, she hates when I'm late. I mean it's her own fault for assuming I'd know the way but still, she won't accept that excuse. I've lived here for three weeks and yet it's like she thinks I've got a map of the city tattooed on the back of my hand."

He just smiled and stuck out his hand. "I'm Oliver Queen."

I smiled back brightly. "I'm Felicity Smoak."

I know it's sort of a slow start but I felt that that was all that really needed to be put into the first chapter. Since I posted the second chapter immediately after the first anyway I guess you guys cant really complain. Comments appreciated. Comment or PM with any suggestions or story ideas that you want me to write. P.S That beginning was from immediately after the ship wreck.