Author's Note: Here is one for bluebell-uk. Not certain this is quite what they were looking for, but this is what came to mind. However, the thought of both Laurel and Felicity being in trouble at the same time intrigues me enough to want to write something a bit longer about the subject.
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He aches for the past.
He yearns for the present.
One exists in his memories as a lover spited by his childish ways, made to grieve because of the selfishness of his heart. She is tied to him, bound to him, and he cannot recall a time in half a decade when he hadn't thought of her wonderful smile and her passionate personality and the hundreds of other things he found fading from memory after so long without her.
He had held tightly to what he could remember, entwining her into every thought, every action. All he did, it was to return to her.
He knew she would never forgive him, he knew it, came to terms with it, and promised himself he would never hurt her again. Did he love her? He cant's say he doesn't, he feels it every time he looks at her, every time they speak, even when he wears a hood and she wears that disapproving frown.
She is his past, a part of him he cannot be rid of.
Not yet.
Another waits for him, ever so patient, kind. He looks at her and sees a passion so different from the sort he remembers that it confuses, and excites him. She doesn't ask him for anything, not for herself; she urges him to aid another, to always care for those surrounding him.
She pries gently past his walls, not beating against them with fists and demanding voices, but with care, with words he doesn't shrink from as they ask, ask him to open a door in the stone surrounding his ragged soul. She keeps him human, reminds him of what his is, what he will become, not what was left behind.
There is one he loves.
Another he waits to love.
He is undeserving of both.