Chapter (Panic)
Felicity woke up cold and alone. The headache she had was finally gone. She felt fully restored and rested. There was one weird thing. The words Slade said replaying in her head before she fell asleep. 'I love you. I'm sorry.' Did he really mean it? What was he sorry for? For loving her? She was so confused right now, but then again, she did take quiet a bit of Tylenol. Maybe she just didn't hear him right. Either way, she needed to talk to him. They made dinner plans for tonight, so they could just just talk then. They had a lot to talk about. Especially after what had occurred between her and Oliver last night. She wasn't sure what she felt about either of them right now. Now she needed to get ready to go to work.
Felicity waited at the table at the restaurant. It was a nice and fancy one. She had always really wanted to check it out, so Slade made them reservations.
Now she was sitting at a table at 9pm. The reservations were for 8. She'd called him twice and texted him 3 times. He hadn't answered. After 30 more minutes of waiting she had been forced to leave. She was stood up! He would never stand her up. Slade was always on time. On the rare occasion that he was late, it was never by more than 5 minutes. Something must have gone wrong. That was the only explanation.
While waiting for a cab she pulls out her phone. "Diggle."
"Hey whats wrong?" he says sensing her distress on the other end.
"I don't know. Where are you?" She asks rushed.
"I'm at the foundry. why? what's wrong." She was beginning to scare him.
"Is Slade with you?"
"No. What's going on?" Her stomach fell.
"I don't know. Slade didn't show up for dinner. and it's making me really worried. I just have a bad feeling."
"Maybe he just forgot." he says trying to reassure her. "No need to worry. We'll find him."
"Thanks Dig." She feels slightly better but her gut is telling her something's wrong. She gets a cab to bring her home and tells the driver to step on it.
When she arrives she runs through the house checking to see if maybe he ways there.
He wasn't. But what she does find is note on her pillow. She picks it up and finds Slade's scrawled handwriting.
Dear Beautiful,
I'm not entirely sure what to say other than I'm sorry. I really didn't want to have to tell you this way, but I didn't have much time.
I had some unfinished work left and had a mandatory trip. It kills me to say, but I won't be coming back.
Oliver was right. I was just going to end up hurting you in the end, so maybe it's for the best that I'm gone.
I want you to be happy, to be able move on.
I'm sorry things turned out this way.
Goodbye love,
Slade Wilson
She collapses on the floor of her bedroom and crys.