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Darkness embraced me entirely as I was swimming in my solitude. There was no noise around me. I could only hear my own steady breathing, my chest rising and falling slowly, rhythmically. The silence was taunting me, entertained by my misery. I could almost hear the laughter echoing through the quiet space.

I shook my head mentally. The muscles in my arms were aching badly as I hang there, sweat dripping over my stomach. I welcomed the ache, distracting me from the thoughts circling in my head like a tornado ready to blow everything away.

My eyes were fixed at one point. I couldn't look away from the empty chair, standing lonely in the middle of the lair right under me. That chair held a meaning. It wasn't only a piece of furniture. That chair was the soul of this place and of me as well. The only thing that I could hold onto since I got back from the island.

With the chair being empty, I felt empty myself. It meant losing the only thing keeping me back from letting darkness taking over me completely again. It symbolized the lack of light in my life.

Each time it was moved, reminded me of the mistakes that I made, how everything spun out of control. I should have never let this go this far. I should have never let my ego stand in the way, and I should have realized even the road to hell was paved with good intentions. Now I would do anything, give up everything just to make it right.

I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. Whatever I tried, I seemed to miss my target. I was losing my control, losing everything. Anything I did, turned against me, and blew up in my face. I should have found a better way to handle the situation but after all I was only human.

My worst part was out there in the front, pushing and forcing distance, loneliness because at the end of the day, I didn't think I deserved any better than that. I was a killer, ruthless, and cold blooded.

The owner of that chair, my blonde, Felicity... I didn't realize how much she meant until I lost her. I put everything in front of her before she left. I thought I was doing everything to protect her but the truth was that I was selfish.

I told myself she was too important, that I couldn't bear her getting hurt because of me. But didn't I put her in danger at the very second when I decided to let her in my life, when I let her know my true identity? The truth was that I couldn't stand the thought of letting someone close to me. The truth was that I was scared to let anyone in.

My eyes opened, moving back to the empty chair beneath me. I could almost feel the accusing look of it on me. Would I do anything differently if I got a chance? Could I be someone else? Could I be someone who could open up again? Could this misery business be turned back?

I heard the door opening loudly. My heart missed a beat as I heard high heels clicking on the metal steps. The familiar sound sending warmth over my body. I almost didn't dare to turn my head towards the sound, terrified the lightness would fly right out of my hands again like the warm summer wind.

"I'm sorry it took so long, meat Henry, and he told me about the last three months, and that you supported him while I was away... You should pay more attention, or people will realize you aren't such a heartless playboy, Mr. Queen... not that I ever thought you were a heartless of course... lost, misguided maybe... Someone could have given you a map... Though, I guess a GPS would be more appropriate nowadays..."

I couldn't help but smile as I listened to her babble. God, I missed this. I missed being able to smile, or laugh. I missed this feeling of warmness inside of me just by being the sound of her high heels. Her blonde hair flying around in that usual pony tail as she was motioning with her hands, it felt like it was smiling as well.

Sometimes I still couldn't believe she was back that she gave me another chance. I wasn't certain if I deserved the chance she gave me but she did, and I'll do my best to prove I was worthy of that. I'll work hard to earn her trust back. That was my single goal now. She was the sun of my universe, and no universe could exist without one.

I missed Africa, the kids, and the people I worked with. Of course, I missed my people from Starling the same way when I was at the other side of the world. I missed the city as well. I had to admit there were advantages of being back at home like having a nice comfortable new apartment with a full HD TV where I could watch my favourite films.

I was lying on the couch, my eyes glued to the TV as the shadow of a knife was drawn out behind the shower curtain. My hand stayed still in the bowl of popcorn in front of me. My heart was beating like I was about to have a heart attack. My feet were freezing, even my warm fluffy socks, and pyjamas with Smurfett on it couldn't stop me from shivering.

I screamed out as the knife swooped down, the bowl flying up in the air, popcorn falling back on me as my legs kicked. Then I screamed again when the door was kicked in and someone marched into my home. I grabbed the bowl, ready to strike down as I jumped up.

"Felicity!" Oliver stared at me with wide eyes as I stood there in my pink pyjamas, my hair in pigtails. He was here... He actually made it. Crap.

"Oliver!" I stared back at him, still holding the bowl high above my head, feeling a blush working its way over me from head to toe.

"Are you... are you okay?" He asked, giving me the 'what the hell was going on' look, trying to supress the laughter as his eyes wandered from me to my hand with the bowl in it.

"I was watching Psycho," I cleared my throat, lowering the bowl. "The original, not the remake because that was awful, some films should never be touched, and... oh, hi!" I waved awkwardly to the guy in the door, holding 5 boxes of Chinese food in his hands.

"Did you... Did you forget?" Oliver raised an eyebrow as he moved his gaze between the guy and me. I guess my choice of clothes were sort of a give-away.

We agreed to have a dinner tonight but I didn't expect him to turn up. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself again so I prepared for the most imaginable theory as in Oliver forgetting about it again.

"No... Yes, I mean, I thought you wouldn't come," I mumbled, shrugging slightly. There was no reason for me to try and hide the fact that I didn't trust him entirely. After all we've been through this twice before, and it always ended with me being screwed over.

"Oh..." Oliver nodded, and I felt so bad for him. He was trying so hard to make it work between us again. I couldn't deny he was doing his best but he had to understand it wasn't easy for me either. "Do you expect someone else, too?"

"No," I looked at him confused as I paid the guy, and closed the door behind him. His eyes remained on the table in front of the couch, full of pizza, Indian and Thai food. "Oh... I'm a stress eater, and I didn't have those for months."

"Cute pj's," he smiled at me as I put the boxes on the table. This definitely wasn't the type of outfit what I wanted Oliver Queen to see me at our first almost official date.

"Look, give me five minutes, and I'll get ready to leave, and it won't be the female type of five minutes, you can check your watch, and all," I rambled, turning to go to my room, and jump into a more appropriate dress.

"Wait," he grabbed my elbow softly, even that slight contact making me shiver. "We could stay here. You have food for a whole army, and I'd rather have you comfortable. We could have a nice, quiet evening together."

I looked at him stunned, almost not believing he'd rather do that than going out. Yes, of course, I knew Oliver wasn't the playboy as used to be but I never thought he would be the staying home type of man.

"Okay," I nodded, smiling at him as I hopped down to the couch, pulling my legs under me. It felt oddly familiar to do this, like it was completely normal to spend the evening with him in my home, eating Chinese like he'd starved in the last year.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled with his mouth full as he saw me watching him. I laughed, grabbing a piece of pizza, and starting up the DVD where I left off.

"Could we start again? Never saw this one," he said, loosening his tie around his neck, putting an arm around my shoulders. I couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief. Never in my life had I thought there was someone who hadn't seen Psycho. "What?"

"I can't believe you've never seen Psycho," I said, shaking my head, reaching for some Indian. "There are popcorn pieces in the couch."

In the end he would think I wasn't a tidy person. I wasn't but I wasn't that bad to leave food around the place, and let it rot. I stood up to try and find the pieces.

"Stay. You can deal with it later," he said, pulling me back to the couch. And then he did something that I never thought would happen.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes going wide as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and turned it off.

"I'm all yours," he smiled at me, placing the phone of the table. I couldn't believe he did that for me. I knew more than anyone how attached Oliver Queen was to his phone, and now I had him all to myself, no criminals, no phone calls from ex-girlfriends, just him and me. Maybe there was still hope for us after all.