A/N: So I know that it's really short so I'm really sorry about that. Don't forget to review and thank you for reading.
"Oliver, can I talk to you? That wasn't a question, by the way," Thea demanded of me. I got up, following her out of the foundry.
"What did you need?" I asked her, hoping she wasn't going to do what I thought.
"I want, no need, to know what happened on that island," she told me.
"Fine. I was tortured, fell in love, forced into impossible choices, and trained. That's about it. There really is no more to the story," I answered vaguely.
"I believed her, you know. Until Felicity got there I believed her. You never talked about it, so I figured maybe it really is true," she confessed, staring at me pensively, "The sad thing is I don't think I'm sure you're telling the truth. I think I believe her over you. I believe her over my own brother, and I can't help it. I want to believe you, Oliver. I don't, though. And if I don't know what happened to you, I might never believe you.
I stared at my hands, knowing I had to do this, both for her and for me, as I started my story.