"Do you, Oliver Jonas Queen, accept this woman – Felicity Megan Smoak – as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Felicity Megan Smoak, accept this man – Oliver Jonas Queen – as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?"

Oliver looked at his soon-to-be wife with love in his eyes. He couldn't believe this day had finally come. Before she could answer, however, Oliver felt a sharp pain in his chest then felt blood drip out of his mouth.

Oliver looked down to see a blade cutting through his chest just as it had with Ra's Al Ghul, but instead of Ra's at the end of the sword, it was Felicity.

"Felicity?" Oliver whispered, taking a step back in shock.

Felicity had a mischievous grin on her face and Oliver felt pain in his chest where the sword hadn't even touched.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, but you left, and I love Ray now." Felicity said, Ray Palmer suddenly appearing next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Oliver was speechless, and as he felt his consciousness slipping away, his last thought was why?

Oliver shot up in bed, sweating profusely. It had only been a dream. It had only been a dream.

Thank God. Oliver thought, immediately relieved. But as he laid down to go back to sleep, there was a voice in the back of his head that wouldn't shut up. It was repeating his worst nightmare like it was a promise more than a reminder:

She will move on, Oliver, and that won't be a dream.

The next day, Oliver was at the apartment he shared with Thea when there was a knock on the door. He knew it wasn't Thea because she had just left, and he wasn't expecting any company, so he had no idea who the visitor could be. He made his way towards the door and looked through the peep hole. He saw Diggle standing on the other side of the door, carrying baby Sara in her car seat. Oliver threw open the door and moved to let them both in.

He grabbed Sara from Diggle and put her in the living room on the couch while Diggle warmed up a bottle for her. He was taking her out of the car seat when Diggle spoke up.

"So, what's going on with you and Felicity?"

Oliver groaned, not wanting to talk about it. He knew Diggle would bring it up. Oliver had hoped he would try small talk first, but he should've known better; John Diggle was never one for small talk.

He placed Sara in the pack-n-play Oliver had bought just for the apartment – actually, Felicity had bought it, knowing it would be needed – and turned his attention towards Diggle.

He bought himself some time, getting situated on the couch and letting Diggle do the same. They had an uncomfortable silence for a minute before his partner cleared his throat, letting him know to start talking.

Oliver stilled for a moment, not knowing where to begin, then started from the beginning. "When I came back, I… well… almost didn't come back. I was standing at the top of the stairs in the foundry and debated just leaving and never coming back; just letting all of you think I was dead. My hand was on the handle to leave when Felicity said my name. Well, last night, Felicity let me know she saw me turn to leave. She had seen me standing up there before she called my name, and I guess she just knew what I was going to do. She called me out on it, on my willingness to just leave all of you. And instead of denying it, I told her the truth. You and I both know I can never lie to her. So, I told her I would've left if it wasn't for her."

Diggle flinched in response to Oliver's last sentence. Even he knew Felicity hadn't reacted well to that.

"Then, she just left. She grabbed her stuff and walked out of the foundry without another word. But, Digg, her eyes before she left… It was like all the light in them vanished." Oliver finished, looking down at his hands. He felt the tears in his eyes but willed them away.

He couldn't regret this now. She deserved better than this life.

She deserved better than him.

"I think that's for her to decide, man." Diggle said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "You can't keep making these decision for her. First after your date you tell her you can't be with her, then after Sara dies, and again with Cupid… She's probably had enough of you deciding the future of your relationship. As much as this is your life, it's hers too. And if you don't get yours together, you'll lose her."

Oliver sat and thought about Diggle's words long after the men finished talking and Diggle left with Sara. Was he right? Well, of course he was right. He's Diggle; he's always right. But could Oliver put aside his fears before he lost her?

He knows he loves her. He knows he wants to be with her. But does she even want to be with him anymore? Oliver couldn't answer that question, but he knew who could.

He made his way to Felicity's apartment that night on his motorcycle. She hadn't come to the foundry that night and Oliver knew he needed to talk to her. He needed to fix this, yet again. He couldn't wait.

As he pulled up to her apartment, he saw the light in her apartment was on and smiled. At least she was awake. He quickly got off his motorcycle and put his helmet on the seat before climbing the stairs to her door. Her apartment complex was different than the ones in the city. Instead of all of the apartment doors being in a building, they were spread out and each had their own set of stairs. So once he reached her door, he knocked three times before shoving his hands in his jean pockets. He could hear the tv on the other side of the door, then light footsteps making their way toward the door. He took a deep breath right before she swung the door open.

"Oliver? What are you doing here? Is Diggle okay? Roy?" She asked, seeming alarmed. He probably should've thought this through. Why else would he just show up? He didn't mean to frighten her; he just needed to talk to her.

Oliver quickly reassured her that both men were fine and smiled as the tension left her body. But before he could revel in that for long, she was tense again, asking him why he was there.

"Uh… I… Actually… I…" Oliver couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence because he was suddenly nervous. More nervous than when he had asked her out on their date, and that had been the most nervous he had ever been in his life. This moment, apparently, topped that.

He took a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts in order, and just as he was about to ask her if he could come in, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind Felicity.

"Felicity? Is everything okay?"

Oliver stilled as he realized Felicity wasn't alone at eleven o'clock at night and felt his heartbeat race even more than it already was. Except this time, it wasn't because the love of his life was standing right in front of him.

It was because, for the first time since he returned, he considered why Felicity didn't have any love in her eyes for him.

She had it for someone else.