I love you, people. Your reviews motivate me. So it's time to see what Oliver is gonna do. I hope you enjoy Chapter 5.
Thank you for bearing with me during Olicity being apart because this chapter is the beginning of the beginning for Olicity. It's still a slow process but we'll get there. Please leave comments after you've read. Thank you.
Now what was it that Diggle taught me to do in this situation? Foot, knee, elbow. I think I can do that.
With tears welling up in my eyes, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, exhaled...then I began to count to three as I said to myself: I'm so gonna die.
one...
two...
two-and-a-half...
two-and-three-quarters...
"Get your filthy hands off of her...right...fucking...now!"
The gunman spun me around, throwing me in front of him, wrapping one arm around my neck squeezing as hard as he could as he pointed the gun to my head using the other one. I was completely face to face with Oliver, dressed as Arrow, with the gunman positioned directly behind me.
It was right then I made eye contact with Oliver under that hood. Time stood still for those few seconds. I didn't know how he had found me but I didn't care. He was there to save me and I finally felt safe even with a gun pointed at my skull.
"Don't try to be a bloody hero. I will shoot her before you even have a chance to get your arrow off. Now put down your bow. If you shoot and I move even an inch, you will hit her. Is that what you want?"
The gunman continued to use me as a shield, hiding behind me with only a small portion of his head in clear view.
"I will not tell you again. Let her go or you will die." Oliver stood steady with his bow ready to strike.
"Have you got any last words, darling? It looks like the hooded man here doesn't care if you live or die."
"Don't be stupid. Put it down. He will kill you," I yelled out hysterically.
"Did you hear that, Arrow? I will kill you and her both. Now drop your fucking bow," the gunman demanded.
I yelled out as he tightened his grip around my neck cutting off my air supply. "I wasn't talking to him, you...sick...bastard. I was talking to you!"
I was trying to save that asshole's worthless life more for Oliver than for myself at that point, but I could see the look in Oliver's eyes and this guy was dead if he didn't surrender in two seconds.
"I can't...breathe," mumbled out of my mouth as I gasped for air.
Immediately behind us the sound of the plane's engines fired up, distracting the gunman and causing him to turn his head just slightly. That's the last I remembered. I don't know if I passed out from the asphyxiation or from the stress of it all. The next memory I had was being on my side on the hard pavement and slightly opening my right eye to see the gunman on the ground next to me, an arrow protruding from his eye, and hearing the roaring sound of a plane taking off in the distance and then closing my eye again.
"Hey, I'm here. You're safe now. Can you hear me?"
I heard the words but they seemed so far away and I didn't think I believed them after the hell I'd been through.
"Come on, please wake up."
I felt the urgency of the words this time and that intensity pushed me to slowly open my eyes.
"Oliver, is that you?"
"Yes, Felicity, it's me. It's really me."
"Oh, say that again, I need to hear it."
"It's me. I'm here."
"No, not that part. My name part."
"Felicity..."
"Yes, Felicity, that's me," I said feeling a little out of sorts still.
"Are you all right?" Oliver said with concern in his voice.
"I am now that you've said my name."
"Come on, I gotta get you out of here."
"You came for me."
"Of course I came for you."
"How did you find me?"
"We can talk about that later, okay?"
"I thought I wasn't ever going to see you again," I said as I started to cough uncontrollably.
"Shh, shh, save your talking for later. You need medical help."
"I thought I was never (coughing) going to see your face again. It was so (coughing) awful."
"Not gonna happen...ever."
"I missed your face," I reached up to touch his cheek.
(Oliver let out a long deep sigh) "I missed yours too."
"Don't ever let me go out on a date ever (coughing) again."
"Well, that all depends on who it's with, Felicity."
All of a sudden some people ran up to me and Oliver as I lay on the ground.
"We have to get her out of here, sir," an unfamiliar voice said.
"Give me just one second, okay?" Oliver said in his Arrow voice to the people that approached.
"What's going on, Oliver (whispering) ? Who's that?" I spoke very softly so they couldn't hear me say his name.
"Shh, don't try to talk right now. You passed out from losing oxygen and then you fell pretty hard when he dragged you to the ground with him. You were out for a few minutes. I'll explain everything later. I've got to get you out of here. The EMTs are going to take you to the hospital, okay?"
"Please, don't make me."
"You have to go. I'm sorry."
"I just want to go home."
I immediately tried to sit up and realized I couldn't move my arm and began to cry out in pain.
"See, you're hurt. Lie still."
"Just take me home, please."
"I'm sorry, no arguments. You were unconscious. You just recently had a blow to your head and now this. You could have a concussion. I'm going to get you checked out this time. I'm not taking any more chances with your life ever again."
He put his arms around me and carefully picked me up.
"I've got her," I heard him tell them rather firmly.
He carried me over to the ambulance as I held onto him tightly.
"We'll take it from here, uh, sir," I heard the female EMT say as he was putting me down in front of the ambulace.
"Don't leave me, please," I cried out, my voice scratchy and weak. The EMT looked at Oliver dressed as Arrow and just nodded him on, not sure of what was going on but not about to argue with him.
"Just try to get rid of me," he smiled down at me as he jumped into the back of the ambulance.
"I owe you my life. Those guys were trying to" – (coughing)
"I know. I know. We'll talk about that later. Just relax. All that matters right now is you."
"But the other guy got away. You have to find" - I paused momentarily as I felt a strong sense of drowsiness wash over me. The EMT had given me something for the pain in my arm as soon as I was boarded on the ambulance and it was already taking effect.
"I'll get him, Felicity, but he's not important to me right now. You are."
"But what about -" I said, barely enunciating the words.
"No buts. I know who he is. I'll track him down later. Right now I'm gonna focus on you."
Oliver squeezed my hand and whispered softly, "I'm not going anywhere."
I felt the medication working and could hardly speak.
"Will you come closer?" my voice barely audible.
He bent down within a couple inches of me.
"You'll be here when I wake up? You're not gonna leave, right?" I said as my eyes grew heavy.
"No, I'm not gonna leave you, Felicity."
As I closed my eyes, I whispered, "I so love the way you say my name."
"That's the drugs talking, sweetheart."
"No, it's all you..." and then I dozed off into a deep sleep.
(At the hospital the next day, 12:00 p.m.)
I woke up feeling groggy and weak with a splitting headache and my arm in a sling. The sun beamed in through the open blinds in my hospital room. As I tried to focus on my surroundings, I looked across my bed to the small chair in the corner of my room and there was Oliver dressed back in his normal clothes slumped over looking completely uncomfortable and completely adorable at the same time.
"Oli – Oliver," my voice cracked as I tried to speak.
Oliver suddenly woke up and looked over at me. He got up immediately and came over to my bedside.
"Hey, you. How are you feeling?" Oliver whispered as he rubbed his hand down my forearm.
"Hey, you didn't sleep in that chair all night, did you?"
"Felicity, I told you, I wasn't going to leave you."
"But you're, like, gargantuan and that chair is for, like, little people. That had to hurt."
"Felicity, an uncomfortable night's sleep wasn't going to keep me from being here when you woke up."
Can he be any more beautiful?
"What time is it anyway?"
"It's noon, sleepyhead."
"Wow, whatever they gave me really knocked me out."
"It sure did."
I smiled up at him as he stood above me.
"Oliver, can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Smoak."
"When can I get out of here?"
"You're always trying to get out of something, aren't you?" he shook his head with a big grin on his face.
"I just hate hospitals, you know me."
"Yes, I do know you."
"So do you think I can go home today?"
"Well, the doctor ran some tests to rule out a concussion and he said if everything turns out okay, you'll be released later today."
"I'm so happy."
"I'm happy too," Oliver smiled as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
I closed my eyes instantly to the touch of his hand to my skin.
"Felicity, I need to tell you something," he whispered softly as he continued to stroke my cheek.
"Okay. What do you need to tell me?" My curiosity got the best of me.
"After everything that's happened lately, I realized –"
"Hello, Ms. Smoak," a male voice rung out from across the room and took me by surprise. "I'm Dr. Logan Echolls, I'm glad you're finally awake. You took quite a spill, but it looks like your tests all came back negative."
"Oh, does this mean I can go home?"
"I don't see why not. We just have to fill out your discharge paperwork, get some signatures, and you'll be out of here within the next couple of hours, depending on how busy we are in the ER. You arm just has a minor sprain but I put it in the sling for a precaution. You can take it off in a week or so."
"Thank you, Dr. Echolls. Have we met before? You look familiar to me," I said with a puzzled look.
"I don't believe so, Ms. Smoak. Maybe you know my wife, Veronica. She's in the private eye business."
"Doesn't ring a bell, Doctor."
"Well, unless you spend a lot of time in hospitals, I don't think we've met. I'm here 12 to 15 hrs a day most days."
"No, I'm not a big hospital spend-er-er - - I mean, I don't like hospitals."
"Yeah, I think I got that, Ms. Smoak. Well, I'll be back in to check on you before you go."
"Thank you, Dr. Echolls."
My very tall, handsome, rugged doctor left the room.
"My own Dr. McDreamy..." I smiled at the thought of it, plus I loved Grey's Anatomy.
"I think the drugs are still working," Oliver said with a smirk.
"So what were you about to say before the doctor came in?"
Oliver exhaled loudly and then paused before he began to say, "Felicity, I -"
A voice suddenly called out from the door.
"How's our girl?"
"Diggle!" I yelled out probably for all the hospital to hear me.
Diggle rushed over to my side. "I'm so glad you're okay."
He bent down and gave me the biggest bear hug he could, trying not to hurt my arm.
"I guess next time I need to screen your dates personally," he said as he winked at me.
"That won't be necessary, Diggle. I think I'm going to hang up my dating hat, at least for a while."
At that moment my eyes met Oliver's at the same time his eyes met mine. I shrugged my shoulders as he smiled back at me. I could have sworn he looked almost relieved at what I just said.
"So are you ready to get out of here?" Diggle asked enthusiastically.
"You bet I am."
"Oliver, you've been here all night. Let me relieve you. I'll wait here with Felicity and give her a ride home."
"That's not necessary," Oliver replied quickly.
"It's necessary you get a shower. And you haven't eaten since I don't know when. I'll call you as soon as I get Felicity home."
"He's right, Oliver. You should go home, get you something to eat."
"I don't need anything to eat."
"Look, I"m okay. Diggle will take good care of me until I get discharged."
"Are you sure you want me to go?"
"It's not that I want you to go, but you heard the doctor. He said it could be a while until I'm out of here. So you should get you something to eat and maybe get some sleep. I know you didn't get any on that chair."
"If that's what you want."
"Well, I don't want you to starve on account of me. The food here is awful."
"Okay, then I guess I'll go."
But I will see you later, though, right?"
"Yeah, you'll definitely see me later."
I looked at Diggle and it seemed he had something on his mind: God, will these two ever just admit they are crazy about each other and put me and everyone else out of our misery?
"Uh, Felicity, I'm gonna see what's up with that paperwork and I'll be right back," Diggle said, excusing himself from the awkward tension in the room.
It was back to just me and Oliver in my hospital room.
"Look, I don't want you to leave, but you need at least a change of clothes and some sleep, Oliver."
"I know, I know. It's just hard for me to leave you right now. You really had me scared."
"I didn't mean to scare you."
"I know you didn't, but I was out of my mind the whole time not knowing if you were okay."
"I was thinking about you the whole time too..."
We looked at each other and didn't say anything. There was a sense of relief and joy on our faces, at least that's the look I was seeing from Oliver. I probably looked like a fool in love staring at him without blinking. But this was Oliver, I've done that plenty of times and he was so good at being oblivious to my longing stares. I mean, here he was in front of me. He was my goddamn hero; he was the greatest person I knew; and he didn't want to leave my side.
Just look at him. How could I not be in love with him?
"Okay, Felicity, I'll go, but I'll come by later to see you at your apartment because I really do need to talk to you, okay?" he said so sincerely and I melted immediately.
"K," I smiled up at him as he turned to leave.
"Oliver…."
"Yes, Felicity," he said as turned around and walked back up to me.
"Thank you," I said almost tearing up.
He leaned down and kissed the side of my face and lingered there for a few seconds. I could feel his warm breath on my skin.
As he slowly leaned up, he said softly into my ear, "You're welcome."
(Felicity's apartment, 6:00 p.m.)
"Even though Hawthorne is dead, the mastermind of this mess is Josh Donovan and he's still out there. They wanted you for a reason, so until we get this guy, you will have 24-hour surveillance outside your door and you will be accompanied to and from work," Diggle said matter of factly.
"Understood. I can't believe they haven't found him yet. He said he'd only be in town for a day or two so I guess they're monitoring all the airports, huh?"
"Yes, there's a BOLO out on him and his station wagon. Along with his mug shot, your detailed description of him was key, so if he shows his face at any airport, he'll be stopped and detained."
"I'm sure he's wondering why the hell Hawthorne never showed up," I said.
"Well, it's a good thing this hasn't been leaked to the media yet. But knowing JD's character, he probably didn't wait around for Hawthorne when he didn't show up on time and he's on the run."
"Yeah, I can certainly believe that. He's all about himself, drugs and women, as he so bluntly told me."
I got a sudden chill just thinking back to the sound of his voice.
"Felicity, are you okay?"
"I will be, Dig. I will be."
"Well, we're not about to let anything happen to you. After everything you told me this guy said and did to you, he better hope I don't find him first."
"And no one has any idea who these guys were that set this whole thing up and wanted me kidnapped?"
"Not yet, but as soon as we get Donovan, we'll make him talk. If he doesn't, Oliver will."
Now, that he mentions it, where is Oliver anyway?
"Felicity, when you tell Oliver what this guy did -"
"He didn't hurt me, Dig."
"He put his hand to your throat. He kidnapped you and held you against your will. He scared you; he threatened you; and he was prepared to hand you off to some reprehensible, deplorable individuals with no remorse," he said angrily.
I flinched in disgust remembering the mere thought of that psycho's hands on me and him kissing me on my mouth before he left.
"Oliver won't let that stand, you know that."
"Yes, I know that. But he's already killed one guy for me in this situation. I just don't want him killing again for me. I feel so guilty."
"Felicity, that has to be his call. He makes his own decisions. But when it comes to you, that guy will be lucky if he's breathing after Oliver gets done with him and I can't say that I would fault Oliver for that."
"Maybe I shouldn't tell Oliver."
"Felicity, that's up to you. It's your story to tell, but he's going to want to know."
"I know that." I sat with my head down thinking of how Oliver would react.
"Can we change the subject, Dig?"
He walked off over into my kitchen and opened my fridge.
"Well, I would cook you something, but I noticed earlier you had nothing in your fridge but ketchup. So how about we order in?"
"Sounds perfect to me. Why don't you do the ordering. I'm going to take a long, hot bath."
"Okay, Felicity. Take your time."
The hot water felt like music to my bones. I soaked in that tub and thought back at the events of the last 24 hours. So much had happened, yet so much hadn't happened that I was hoping for. I'd been home since 3:00 and it's been almost three hours since then and still no Oliver. I knew he must not have gotten any sleep and maybe he just decided to let Diggle take the first watch. I just really wanted to see him tonight, but I guess it's for the best. I had to get a grip on my emotions and decide what the hell I wanted to do with them. I had to either tell Oliver how I felt and risk losing him and our working relationship or not tell him and keep it all to myself and slowly die a little every day inside. Both of those scenarios were not too appealing. The third scenario, the queen of all scenarios - no pun intended - would be he would tell me he had feelings for me too.
I knew I was kidding myself. I knew he cared for me deeply. He's always saving me and he's always there for me, but he'd do the same for his sister. And it would be just my luck that he would tell me I was like a sister to him and I'd have to live with the sting of those deafening words and that would be worse than not knowing at all.
What the hell am I going to do? Why do I second guess everything? Oh, suck it up, Felicity. You're gonna tell him how you feel the next time you see him.
I got out of my tub after almost an hour. I figured whatever Diggle ordered had to have arrived and I was starving. I threw on my favorite Victoria Secret cotton jammies and my favorite robe and walked out into my living room. I heard Diggle fumbling in my kitchen as I walked towards my sofa.
"So what did you get for us to eat? I'm staaaaarving." I yelled towards the kitchen as I sat down on my sofa and sunk into it.
"Well, for dinner it's Chinese," I jumped immediately when I heard his voice. I turned to my right and there was Oliver standing in my apartment. He had on a dark blue t-shirt and jeans and was holding two cartons of Chinese food in his hands. I never was happier to see anyone in my life than him at that moment.
"Hey, Felicity."
"Hey, Oliver."
"When did you get here?"
"Just a while ago. You've been soaking in that bath for a while. I thought you'd fallen asleep."
I smiled at him. "I almost did. I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad you're glad," he smiled down at me.
"I wasn't sure if you were going to make it tonight."
"What would make you think that? You didn't think you were gonna get rid of me that easily, did ya?"
"I don't know. You just spent all night on that miniature chair fit for a Barbie doll just to stay with me. I would have understood if you had passed out cold in your comfortable bed at home or had other things you needed to get done."
"There are no 'other things' more important than you, Felicity."
Well, damn. Have you ever had that moment where you wish someone would just grab you, take you in their arms, and kiss you like you've never been kissed before? Yeah, me too.
"Now, as I was saying, we have Chinese for dinner and for dessert I brought two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream so we can binge eat."
"Oh, Oliver, I was out of that. How did you know?"
"Uh, you had nothing in your refrigerator. Dig called me earlier and told me to get you a few things. That's why I'm later than I planned."
"You went grocery shopping for me?"
"Don't act so surprised."
"I'm not. That was just so non Oliver Queen of you, that's all."
"Hey, I've grocery shopped for things before."
"Like when?" I laughed.
"You know, things like coconuts, bananas, berries, insects..."
"Oh, I see," I said smirking at him. "Still, that was a very sweet thing for you to do."
"I was happy to do it," he said as he came over and joined me on the couch.
We sat and ate our dinner. It was one of those times when you hadn't eaten all day and you're so starved that after you take a bite of food you have to explain just how good it is. "Mmm, this is so good." Then the next bite, "Isn't this so good?" And another, "I am so hungry." And finally, "This is the best damn Chinese I've ever eaten." And so on. That's pretty much how the first 15 minutes of our conversation went.
After dinner, Oliver told me all about JD and Hawthorne and the information him and Diggle had gotten, the information I was waiting for before I went on my date turned abduction from hell. That's how they found out that Jax and JD were brothers. He wasn't sure at first if Jax was in on it, but when they found out it was JD's doing, Oliver said he did everything in his power to get to me. He told me about the video surveillance with the car and how they found out who it was registered to and how they were able to track it. The whole time I thought no one knew what was happening to me, they were all looking for me. I should have known my partners always had my back.
"So you want to tell me what happened with JD?"
I put my head down and swallowed hard. I didn't know how Oliver would react to what I was about to tell him.
"I just want you to know, he didn't...hurt me...not really."
"Go on."
"I should have looked in the car before I got in. That was stupid of me."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, this story isn't about what you did wrong, because you did nothing wrong, Felicity."
"I know, but -"
"No buts. You had no reason to believe some crazy estranged brother of a guy you dated in college was going to impersonate him, take you hostage, and try to sell you for cocaine."
"Well, when you put it that way..."
"I do put it that way. So start over and let's keep the blame where it belongs."
"Well, he told me there was someone or some people who had been keeping tabs on me for a while and who personally wanted me kidnapped."
"Did he say why?"
"No, he would never tell me why they wanted me."
"Go on."
"He was very odd and creepy. He'd be calm one minute, then laugh unexpectedly, then yell at me the next, and then..."
"And then what, Felicity?"
"He was a bit frightening at times."
"How?"
"At one point...he grabbed me by my throat."
"He did what?" His veins popped out of his forehead.
"I made an offhand remark that I shouldn't have about him being a coward and -"
"There's no excuse for what he did to you. He is the monster here."
"I know, I know, calm down. I just want to forget it happened."
"I swear, I'm going to -"
"Please, Oliver, I don't want you anywhere near that sicko. There's something really wrong with him."
"I can handle him."
"I know that, better than anyone, but that's not even the worst thing he " - I stopped in my tracks hoping Oliver didn't pick up on what I was gonna say.
"What worst thing? What did he do to you? Did he come on to you?"
"Not in the way you think."
"I could think a lot of things, and all of those call for me beating the shit out of him."
"He just..."
Oliver sat waiting patiently despite how pissed he looked.
"Well, he came on a bit strong in the car with his roving eye and things he would say, but I just ignored that part. But -"
"But what? You can tell me."
"When he was leaving me at the airport with his partner, he told the other guy" - (I put my head down while I was reliving the nightmare) - "he told him to hold my arms and he did. I couldn't move."
"Did he hit you, Felicity?" Oliver's voice was filled with rage.
"No, he didn't hit me, although now I almost wished he had."
Oliver grabbed my hand and held on to it.
"Look, I don't want to push you. If you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I want to get this out. He - JD - that psycho - he grabbed my face with his hand holding me there and - and he kissed me, Oliver. There was nothing I could do to about it." The tears began to flow.
"That son of a bitch. I'm going to kill him."
"Why did he do that? I can't get his face out of my head. I just want it to disappear."
"Come here. Come here," Oliver grabbed me and held me.
"I'm so sorry, Felicity. I'm gonna find him and make him pay."
"Don't. He's not worth it."
"Well, you're certainly worth it. I can't let that slide."
I pulled out of Oliver's hold to look at him.
"I'm home now. I'm safe. Isn't that what matters?"
Oliver calmed down.
"Look, maybe we should just finish this conversation later," I suggested feeling the tension.
"Okay, we don't have to talk about it any more. I don't want to upset you, you know that."
"I'm not upset. I just don't want to uspet you with all the details."
"Felicity" - Oliver reached up and put his hand on my cheek and held it there - "stop worrying about me. Let me worry about you, okay?"
"I'm gonna be okay. I am going to be okay, aren't I?"
"Yes, you're gonna be okay. I'll make sure of it."
"It seems that every time you're not around, something bad happens to me, Oliver."
"Well, then I'll make sure I'm around."
Tell him how you feel, Felicity. Do it.
"Oliver -"
"Mm-hmm," he mumbled.
(long pause) "Nevermind. It will keep till tomorrow."
He leaned in and kissed me on the top of my head and then put his arm around me and then leaned back on the couch. I fell into him and just closed my eyes.
I woke up freezing in my apartment to the sound of someone breathing. I looked around my dark apartment and realized it was the middle of the night and I was still on the couch with Oliver. Somewhere in all that talking we had fallen asleep, me on Oliver's chest and his head resting against mine. I needed a blanket but I didn't want to move.
Surely I can quietly get up and get a blanket and jump right back where I am undetected, right?
I slowly began to squirm my way off the couch. Oliver's arm was still around me so I tried to move it without waking him up. He began to toss and then turned but his eyes were still closed. As I leaned forward, I heard a faint whisper. "You have to stay, Laurel, please."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I couldn't get off the couch fast enough and in the process of my bolting off the couch, I elbowed Oliver accidentally in the side of the head as I was making my escape.
Yes, it was an accident, if anyone's asking.
He immediately woke up.
"Felicity, where are you going?"
"Nowhere, Oliver. I just needed to get some water. Go back to sleep."
I walked over to the kitchen and threw away the empty ice cream cartons. I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and then realized my fridge was filled with all kinds of food and beverages.
"He did a little shopping, huh?" I thought aloud to myself.
I smiled at the thought of Diggle telling Oliver to shop for me and the visual of Oliver in the store actually doing the shopping. Could I love these guys anymore?
I realized standing there that Diggle as my friend and partner and Oliver as the same was still better than anything I could ever have hoped for. I never wanted to lose that. I couldn't lose that. Oliver obviously still had feelings for Laurel. Thank God I didn't tell him how I felt. It wouldn't be fair of me to complicate things for him and tell him how I felt now because I wasn't willing to lose him by making things awkward for him. I loved him enough to not put him through that. He'd just feel sorry for me and that's the last thing I wanted. I just needed to hide the part of me that was in love with him and focus on the part that loved him as a friend and respected him as a partner. I could do that. I had to do that. He meant too much to me. I just wanted him to be happy.
I walked back into the living room and Oliver was sitting there wide awake.
"Felicity, can we talk?"
"Oliver, it's late and I think it's best we just get some sleep after everything that's happened. Can we talk tomorrow?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
I nodded and then looked down at the ground.
"Is everything okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, everything is fine. I'm just exhausted."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No, don't be silly, it's the middle of the night. Stay."
As I turned to leave, Oliver reached up and grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay? You seem…distant."
"No, I'm fine, just tired. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
"Okay, Felicity," he said as he let go of my hand and I turned to leave.
God, should I just hear what he has to say? Why am I so scared to hear it? I wish I was still lying in his arms.
"Goodnight, Felicity," he called out to me.
I slowly turned to look at him, "Good night, Oliver."
to be continued...