Skipping Author's Note. You're welcome to those who actually read it now you can get right into the story. Unless you actually did read this. Then I still wasted your time. :P


How can forget someone who gave you so much to remember?


With shaking hands I grabbed the cordless phone off of the charger by the couch and dialed Keira. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello." She sounded kind of groggy. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was almost 3 in the morning.

"Keira. Will you please come over. Right now." Even I could hear the brokenness in my voice.

"Felicity what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Please just come over. I really need someone to talk to. Please."

"I'll be right there."

I breathed a sigh of relief as I hung up. The relief didn't last long. I looked around my apartment. It was a nice size. Three bedrooms, Two and a half bathrooms, a large kitchen/dinning area, and a comfortable living room. All the walls were varying bright shades in all different colors. The couches were plush and a light tan color so that it didn't clash with the walls. The TV large but currently off. I couldn't handle watching it anymore. I had never invited anyone over. It was the one sanctuary were nobody would judge us. Nobody would be able to drag me though the mud in gossip columns or stare at me while I walked down the street wondering what made me so special. Not even I knew the answer to that. Only he did. And he was gone. There were pictures all over the place. The wall, the table beside the couch, the hallway, even the bedroom. And most of them held one thing in common. They were now the only thing that proved I hadn't dreamt the whole thing. Well not the only thing. I walked back into the bedroom. There was a shoe box sitting on my bed. Full of even more pictures. That was one thing I used to wondered about. Why did he take so many pictures? I only asked once. He had said it was because his family never took picture to remember things. Apparently to his parents the only time times they did anything worth remembering the newspaper and magazines had already taken enough photos. He didn't want to forget a single thing we did. Every single picture had a date and memory attached. And now they all felt like knives in my heart. They were the only memories I'd ever get to make with him. There was supposed to be years. Years. Not a single year to make memories. Years. Plural. But I guess I'd already had too much happiness and the universe had to make up for it.

There was a frantic knocking from the living room. I walked slowly. Not in a hurry to welcome anyone into a place that had been so sacred. So peaceful. Somewhere only us and varying take out delivery guys had ever seen the inside of. I got to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Hurricane Keira came rushing at me. She gabbed me up into a hug and just held me for a second.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I just shook my head as the tears started making silent treks down my face. She pulled me over to the couch and sat me down. I just let her try to sooth me, taking comfort in the fact that someone was with me. I turned and tried to grab the box of tissues on the table behind her but my arm just wasn't gonna reach that far. She turned a grabbed them for me. She looked at me curiously for a second then turned back towards the table. She picked up the picture sitting on it. He had taken that one just two weeks ago at our last date. She looked at it for a second before turning back to face me. In what I assume was her idea of trying to take my mind off of my problems she asked, "Why do you have a picture of you and Oliver Queen sitting in your living room?"

My lip quivered as I started crying harder. She looked at me alarmed before setting the picture down and hugging me again. I could tell the exact moment she had decided to look around the room because the hand that had been smoothing down my hair in a comforting way had stopped and I heard her mumble.

"Oh my God. Fliss."

I grabbed a tissue from the box and franticly wiped at my face. I sat up and smile at her sadly. "My life sucks."


2 weeks later she had moved into one of the guest rooms. 4 weeks after that she went with me to my 8 week ultrasound. 2 months later I applied for and landed my dream job in the IT department of Queen Consolidated. Anytime time Keira would see me crying she would hug me and tell me that it will get better. They always say it will get better. They lie. It doesn't get better. You just get used to it. That heart breaking feeling every morning right when your alarm goes off and you're still waking up. You don't remember to feel sad. You don't remember that they're gone. You just remember those last few remnants of your dream. Then you wake up. And get out of bed, get dressed for work go outside and pretend that you're happy. My day always starts that way but in the last 2-3 months it also starts out with a race to make it into the bathroom before I pee myself. So that's always fun. 1 month later I walk into to the doctors office again. This time when I walk out of the building I hold in my hand another picture, but now I have a gender to go with the beautiful picture of a baby in my mind. It's a girl. For the first time in almost 6 months. I forgot to be sad.


It's the next day that someone hits the autopilot button in my life. It had been on so long that I had forgotten how to turn it off. It started with a commotion. I was just minding my own business, when suddenly everyone is coming out of their respective cubicles with their arms full of paper. I get up to go stand in the doorway as everyone passes. My friend that works in the cubicle across from me comes out of her work area with a notepad and tablet. "Hey Lilly, what's going on?" She looks up from her tablet and smiles. "There was an announcement yesterday that Moira Queen herself was coming down her for a meeting and that everyone in the IT department had to come. You also have to bring all the note on whatever your current project is. For those of us that are in between projects, we just have to go and take notes."

"Oh, ok."

I went back into my cubicle and grabbed my tablet and a thick folder of notes from my last project. As I was walking toward the meeting room the elevator directly in front of me on the left opened. I heard someone say something in an angry tone before walking directly into my path. I had just enough time to make out brunette hair before we collided. My paper went everywhere and my tablet fell onto the floor. I just happened to get knocked over too. My center of balance wasn't exactly where usually was. The other person however managed to only stumble back a few steps. I quickly moved from my sitting position onto my knees and started crawling around trying to collect all of the paper that had gotten out of the folder. I was halfway through cleaning up the paper when a hand reached down with the other half of the stack. "Thanks." I said as I put the paper back into the folder. "No problem it's the least I could do."

I looked up and smiled. Then I slowly stopped smiling. It was Thea Queen. My boss's daughter. The love of my life's sister. My child's aunt. All the blood drained out of my face. Which is kind of hard to do given the fact that my body is currently producing 25-40 percent more blood. My mouth opens slightly but no words come out. I start to stand before realizing that it's not going to go well. I look around for a chair or table or anything that would get me off of the floor. The only option would be for my to crawl beck to my cubicle and then stand. My eyes land on the outstretched hand in front of me. I look back up into the expectant eyes of Thea Queen, and contemplate if it's worth the humiliation of crawling back to office. Before I can change my mind and convince myself otherwise I reach out and grab her hand.


So there's the second chapter yay. Clearly thing are going to get interesting. Comment what you want the baby's middle name to be. I already have the first and last names. Until next time.