Oliver watched as his two targets walked towards each other, the woman too absorbed in her cell phone to look up, and the man too busy looking at the sky to look down. As they drew closer, Oliver grabbed an arrow from his quiver and nocked it, waiting for just the right moment to release it.
The man stumbled over a rough patch in the sidewalk and fell straight onto the woman. Oliver would have winced at the impact as they hit the ground, but they were in position, so Oliver released the arrow, which went straight through both of their hearts.
People started to gather around the couple, who were both pretty bruised but otherwise unharmed, and very much about to start falling in love with each other, if the looks on their faces were any indication.
Satisfied that his work here was done, Oliver took off. After all, the day was young, and the god of love had plenty more people to put arrows in today.
"Felicity, wake up," came Sara's voice.
"G'way," Felicity mumbled back, burrowing deeper into her blankets.
"There's already 5 people outside," Sara replied, sitting down on the bed. "C'mon, are you going to disappoint your admirers?"
"If you're gonna stay here, can you at least make sure they go away?" Felicity asked tiredly. "I'll give you chocolate."
"With an incentive like that, how can I say no?" replied Sara teasingly. "What should I tell them?"
"Tell them I'm sick," Felicity answered shortly, and felt Sara get off the bed. A second later, Felicity heard her bedroom door close.
After a minute of lying in bed, Felicity stretched and groped around for her glasses. Once they were on, she ambled over to the security monitor and felt herself smile at the lack of admirers standing outside her house.
The smile lasted until she was brushing her teeth. The gods frowned on dishonesty, but Felicity hadn't really been lying when she said she was sick. The truth was, some days she wasn't even sure if staying alive was worth it. She couldn't really go outside without almost completely disguising herself, otherwise she'd be swarmed by basically everyone. There were literally 6 people she could talk to in real life who wouldn't fawn over her looks. She'd taken online-only classes the last two years of high school and all four years of college. She couldn't even get a regular job that involved interacting with other people.
To top it off, Felicity was also desperately lonely. She couldn't date- couldn't trust that anyone would be interested in her and not just her body- and she had almost no friends, and making sure no one online knew who she was also limited her friend pool.
Felicity was sick, all right- sick of her life.
When she got back to her room, Sara was sitting on her bed. "So, you'll be pleased to know that someone has built a shrine to you," she said.
"Ha ha ha, that's not funny, Sara," Felicity replied.
"No, I'm serious," Sara said. "I told the guys you were sick, and one of them said that he'd just go and leave an offering at your shrine. So I asked him about it, and apparently someone took one of the abandoned shrines on Temple Road and dedicated it to you."
Felicity walked over to one of her computers and ran a quick search and yep, there was an actual shrine to her. A wave of misery washed over her, and she started sobbing as she sank back onto her bed. She vaguely felt Sara's arms wrap around her as she cried.
What did I do? she thought. Gods, goddesses, what did I do to deserve this?