I'm really trying to finish this. I know how this is going to end and I can't wait to write it. But first, I need to do the hard part: the middle.

I was wondering if there's anyone out there who could help me write this. Because I know there are a lot of mistakes, but I can't trust google translate. Not only that, I need help from other fics to find the right words and stuff. So, shout out if anyone can help me! haha

I don't own Arrow. *sighs*


She turns on the lights as she enters her apartment.

Locking the door behind her, she drops her purse on the table near the door and walks towards the kitchen.

She doesn't know what she wants so she picks it all. A pint of mint chocolate chip, a glass of water and the bottle of wine.

Mixing them all will probably be bad for her health but, as she sits on her couch and turns on her TV, she can't help but wonder when, during these last four years, she took that into consideration.

She pours herself some wine and sits back.

Closing her eyes, for the millionth time she wonders why the hell she hasn't left like John and Thea.

She should have done that. After everything she had been through, she thinks it's only fair to her.

But, as usual, something keeps pulling her back.

Or rather, someone.

She sighs as she thinks back to everything they've been through. All the heartbreaks, the fights and lies. All the smiles, the declarations of love, the plans they've made together.

Her thoughts are everywhere and she can feel the beginning of a headache coming.

The next days are going to be though. Standing side by side with the man that she loves but at the same time can't stand to look into his eyes.

Laying on the couch, for the first time in a long, long time, she cries.

X

He stares at the dark city, resting his elbows on the railing.

A sardonic smile appears on his face. Months ago, he was standing in the same spot with Felicity in his arms. He was telling her that he is running for Mayor. Now, he's standing in the same spot, without Felicity, being the Mayor to a barely existent city.

He never believe in God or whatever. But he can't help believe that there's must be someone up there, who likes to play jokes with his life.

He wonders what she's still doing here. She left once before and now she had all the reasons to not come back. And yet, against all odds, she made it clear that she'll not leave.

He enters the loft and for a brief moment he can see pieces of the happy moments they've spent there.

Turning the lights off, he climbs to his room.

X

He's already there when she arrives the next day.

She doesn't bother to say anything. She knows that he felt her the moment she entered the lair. His shoulders are tense and he just nods, acknowledging her presence.

He didn't sleep, she thinks. She can't say that she knows all of him, but that look, she recognizes. His nightmares caught up with him last night and not for the first time, she wants to holds him.

He looks at her when she's checking her phone. Her face is puffy and she put on extra make up.

She'd been crying, he thinks. And he has to fight the constant urge to protect her from whatever it is that is hurting her heart.

(Even though he knows that, deep down, he's probably the reason why.)

When their eyes met, they already have their masks on. Nodding to one another, they turn around and continue their work.


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