So, I wrote this while listening to A Great Big World's "Say something." It's one of my favorite songs and gave me a push to write this. Hope you guys like it (:

Knuckles bloody, she pounded into the punching bag while the music blasted through her ear-buds. Her hand stung from the open cuts but she didn't care, she wanted to work out her frustration and she was. Being at the foundry that night wasn't her first choice, but she didn't really have anywhere else to train.

He stalked down the stairs slowly, Diggle, Roy, and Sara closely behind. His eyebrows came together in confusion when he heard thumping coming from the middle of the training mat. Oliver made his way around to find Felicity nearly breaking her hands from how hard she was hitting the punching bag.

Diggle winced as he saw the blood rubbing off the bag; he had never seen Felicity so hurt, so angry, so…fierce. Her grunting made him look away. If there was one thing Felicity could handle, it was her emotions and the fact that she now stood before them with bloodied hands from working so hard…well, it wasn't exactly something he'd ever wanted to see.

Roy stared at her sadly; he knew she had feelings for Oliver. Hell, the only who didn't know, or at least pretended not to, was Oliver himself. It's not that he didn't like Sara, because he did, he just didn't think it was right for Felicity to have to endure watching Oliver and Sara be in a relationship. She had chosen to stay, but it was harder on her than she'd ever admit.

Sara watched Oliver. She watched how he took a hesitant step towards his IT girl, but then got a hold of himself and decided against it. Her eyes shifted to Felicity, to the girl she thought was a little too fragile to be doing what she did with Oliver and them. Clearly, she had been wrong. Until now, she'd only ever seen Felicity at her computer, typing fast and swift. Looking at her practically kill the punching bag, shook her a little, realizing she had underestimated Felicity Smoak.

Felicity was out of breath as she took a step away and rested her hands on her knees. She looked at her knuckles and saw the blood trickling down her fingers, laughing a little and shaking her head. She reached down for the towel next to her feet and wiped her hands off, fully intending on discarding the towel later so Oliver and Diggle wouldn't find it. Her hands were shaking, but she didn't let it stop her from punching the bag with a little more force this time. She tried to remember the things Digg taught her, but she was really just going on what felt right.

Diggle could feel the pain wafting off Felicity and it hurt him that there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. He looked at Roy, who seemed to be feeling the exact same way; though he and Felicity weren't close, Roy could imagine the hurt.

"That's it." Roy stated, willing his feet to move in order to get to Felicity.

"Roy." Oliver tried to stop him by grabbing his arm, only to have him yank it back and glare at him.

"Don't." Roy snapped. "Someone has to stop her before she hurts herself even more. I realize that it doesn't really mean much to you now that you have Sara to worry about, but I'm not going to stand by and watch Felicity torture herself because you're too stupid to realize what you're doing."

"Roy!" Sara snarled at him.

He ignored her, shaking his head and turning just in time to see Felicity stumble back and fall to her knees.

All of them moved to run to her, but it was Roy who got there first. When his hands touched her shoulders, she jumped.

"Hey, it's me." He soothed, squeezing her shoulders gently. He laughed when she reached up and pulled the headphones out of her ears.

"How long have you been standing there?" Felicity asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Not long." He lied, looking at her knuckles. Picking up the towel she had dropped to the floor, he reached for her hand and wrapped it.

"Felicity." Diggle said. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." She nodded, letting Roy stand her up and leaning on him for support. "Why?"

"Well, because your hand…"

Felicity looked at her hands that were wrapped in a blood soaked towel and laughed. "Oh, that. That's um…it's nothing."

Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but was once again beat by Roy.

"It's not nothing." Roy sighed, helping her to her computer chair. "Look at your hand, it's practically broken."

Sara had taken a step in their direction, but locked eyes with Roy and knew it wasn't a good idea. If he had no problem speaking the way he did to Oliver, she could only imagine what he had in store for her. She looked back at her boyfriend and registered the guilt that flashed in his eyes; she knew he told Felicity he could never be with someone he truly cared about, so it was quite the surprise when he kissed her that night in the foundry.

Oliver watched Roy tend to Felicity like he used to. It's not that he didn't try, but every time he did, she would step away from him. She would keep her distance and keep their conversations short. And then, Roy began bandaging her knuckles; he didn't miss the appreciative smile she had given Roy and it made his stomach churn. It took Felicity leaning in to give Roy a small kiss on the cheek, for Oliver to really understand what's happened.

All the glances she had sent him after telling her and Diggle he was with Sara, all the silence that followed after it…Felicity had broken. She had turned from him and never again looked him in the eye.

Felicity rose from her chair and thanked Roy. "It's late and I should get home."

"I'll take you." Diggle offered, handing her the coat that had been draped over her chair.

"No, it's okay." She smiled softly, taking her jacket and turning to leave. She nodded at Sara and Oliver as she walked past them. "Night."

Sara wanted to say something, anything. But she didn't know what she could say to make the situation better. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched Felicity leave, feeling defeated. She turned to the punching bag and felt the sudden urge to burn it; Felicity's blood had smeared all over it, blood from a woman who was stronger than she looked, blood from a woman who ignored the strong feelings she had for Oliver Queen for the sake of their team, blood from a woman who didn't deserve to watch the man she had fallen in love with be with someone else.

"You should make sure she's okay." Sara's voice caught everyone's attention as she turned to Oliver. "Go."

Oliver didn't hesitate to run up the stairs of the foundry, not even bothering to listen to Roy say it wasn't a good idea. He had to see her, he had to make her listen.

Twenty minutes later, he found himself rapping on her door, not expecting her to swing it wide open. He couldn't stop his hand, but thankfully she had absorbed all the training Diggle did with her, and she moved her head quickly.

"Oliver?" Felicity questioned, moving behind her door and keeping him from peeking inside. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk." Oliver tried to push his way through, but was surprised by how strong she was.

She snuck a look behind her before looking back at him. "Now's not a good time."

"Felicity, please." He pleaded. "I know how you've been feeling since Sara and I-."

"I need to finish packing." She said abruptly, leaving him dumbstruck.

"Packing?" He breathed. "Packing for what?"

Felicity shifted from one foot to another. "Barry woke up from his coma. I'm going to Central City to make sure he'll get around okay."

"When will you be back?"

"I'm…I'm not coming back. There's an offer at a big corporation in Central City in their IT department. They've been asking for months for me to join and now with Barry being awake…I can. The train's tomorrow."

"You were just going to leave without talking to us about it?" A surge of anger shot through Oliver as his hands balled into fists.

"I left my resignation letter with both Queen Consolidated and Team Arrow. Now…goodnight Oliver."

"Felicity." He tried to keep from closing the door, but she did just that. She shut the door on him and left him standing outside knocking on her door like it was on fire.

Inside, Felicity put her back to her door and slid down it, letting her tears flow and dropped her head against her knees. It was over. She was leaving Starling City and Oliver behind. She had hoped it would never come to this, but it had, and she hated it. She loved Oliver and being a part of everything he did. Unfortunately, she knew it wouldn't last forever and their time was done.