The night was dark and quiet, except for the tears that tripped on the floor.
Oliver looked up, tears soaking his face.
He sobbed on the floor hoping his memories were fake.
He wanted to go back.
But he can't.
You can't change the past. What's done is done. You can never go back.
A hand was placed on Oliver's shoulder. He turned to see the figure of his sister.
Thea smiled a comforting smile to make him not as pained.
That didn't change anything. She was still dead.
Oliver turned his head from his sister towards the floor back at the dead body of Felicity Smoak.
A tear formed in the corner of his eye and rolled down the frowning face of loneliness.
He felt alone. Felicity was dead. She was never coming back. It was all his fault.
He should of never let her come on the mission. If she didn't, she would still be alive.
Thea pulled her sobbing brother into a hug. The hug he needed to survive. It was his only lifeline at the moment.
The silence pierced his heart. Making his mind remember his mistake.
The memory of Felicity will always be there.
Forever in his heart.
Never going away.
Death is not the end.