Sin. Sin is all that remains. I gave him all that was good of myself, and when he walked away, he took a part of me with him whether he intended to or not. My name is Felicity Megan Smoak, and Oliver Queen made me hollow.
It had been a long summer since the collapse of the Glades and Oliver's flight from starling city, a summer that changed felicity in ways of which her former boss certainly would not approve. The room was filled with the scent of overpriced liquor, crowded with club-goers dancing along with the thumping bass that permeated the air. The once shy IT girl was currently standing on a bar, dancing with a few other women she had never met and didn't care to know, tossing back what must have been her 10th shot in barely an hour, which had been preceded by cocktails she could no longer remember the names of, and a couple of green and black pills that she had once fought to keep off the streets of Starling City. These had become her regular behaviors in the months since her life had become absent of a certain hooded, bow-wielding vigilante, it seemed as though when he disappeared he had taken the better part of herself with him, and she had no idea how to get it back.
"Ok, you're done." came the words of the bouncer as he tried to remove the drunken blonde from the bar, but much like her high, felicity had no intention of coming down willingly.
"Get your hands off me!" she slurred as she tried to pull away from the offending hands, unsuccessfully.
"I'll sue you!" she screamed as he dragged her towards the club's exit, trying to escape into the dancing masses, too drunk to remember any of the maneuvers Oliver had taught her.
Oliver, her life had been so empty since he had left her to fend for herself in the ruins of the once great starling city. It pained her every time she heard his name, constantly rolling off the tongues of her colleagues, which is precisely why she had quit her job at queen consolidated. Walter was dead and her hero had moved on, there was now nothing left for her in the place that had once been her life. Due to felicity's prior lack of life outside of her work, she had amassed a fair amount of savings, enough to sustain her current lifestyle for a number of months, but money was something she now considered a problem for another day.
Lost in her moment of nostalgia, the bouncer managed to push her out of the club without so much as a "good night"
"Well that was fun" felicity mumbled and she tipsily wandered away from the club.
"Fan-fucking-tastic" she yelled as she realized she had dropped her purse somewhere in the club and therefor would be walking home, in six-inch heels no less.
As she walked through the darkened streets she couldn't help but remember a similar night with Oliver, except tonight she had no casino to rob, and more importantly, no Oliver.
No. You can't think like that, she thought to herself, he walked out on you and he isn't coming back. It's time to move on. But even though she would never admit it, she missed Oliver Queen, and she needed him if she was ever going to regain any semblance of the person she used to be.
"You made me this Oliver!" she screamed into the empty streets, "You made me need you, and then you just ran away! You're a fucking coward Oliver Queen, and I hate you!"
"Lookie, what we have here." Came a voice from all too close behind felicity.
"You've got a bit of a temper don't you princess." Sneered the thuggish looking man who was now visible under the streetlights.
"Do you want something?" felicity asked, too drunk to be anything but irritated by this man who was intruding on her private rant.
"Because I forgot my purse back in the club and these heels are shit for walking so if you don't mind I'm just going to continue walking home now."
"Oh, but I do mind princess, you see, that little dress you're wearing is really very sexy and I don't like teases" he purred as he moved closer to felicity, causing her back away, out of the streetlight and directly into a wall.
Oh lovely, and he'll probably murder me once he's done committing rape. What did I ever to deserve my life being so utterly fucked up? On top of that she was beginning to feel the symptoms of withdrawl, wishing that she could just get home to the stash vertigo she had hidden away in her Doctor Who cookie jar.
Just as she had accepted her fate as sealed, she felt something heavy slam into her, knocking her onto the ground. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a flash of green and an arrow protruding from the chest of her attacker.