"Chloe, could I talk to you for a minute?" Oliver came up behind his girlfriend with his hand awkwardly scratching behind his head at nothing.
Chloe turned around with a shrug. "Yeah, sure, what's bothering you?"
Oliver bit his lip. "I don't think this is working," he said, as gently as he could.
Chloe sighed, her cheery demeanor evaporating into thin air. "I saw this coming. Oliver, Tess is gone, and as much as I'd like to change that, breaking us up isn't going to help." She looked at him a moment longer, waiting for him to say something. She scrutinized him, she saw it in his eyes. "But keeping us together isn't going to make you love me either." Another, sigh. She was going to do it. She had realized a long time ago that he wasn't her Prince Charming but she had hoped that maybe... Well, he was going to wait for his princess till the end, so she had to let him go. "Ok, goodbye Oliver."
"Does this mean we're never going to talk again?"
Chloe shrugged, "I hope not."
Oliver moved closer to her. "Chloe I still care about you and I don't want this to be it but I think it's better if... Chloe, one day you're gonna find the one and he's gonna make you first priority but I'm not that guy. I'm sorry."
Chloe gave him a half hearted smile, unable to manage more, before turning and leaving. Oliver sighed and sat down on the couch in the center of the room. He sat still for a moment, just looking around, taking in each individual memory he had shared with Tess here. Her laugh rang through the room. He could almost see her rushing from monitor to monitor.
He pulled out his wallet, digging through it for the picture. He had kept it with him all these years, simply unable to part with it. She smiled at the camera. She always had the most beautiful smile. He ran his thumb across her face, hoping that he feel something.
"Mercy, you're killing me here," he whispered. He needed her. He spent so long trying not to that he ended up pushing her away. Now he would give anything just to see her again, even if only for a moment.
He smiled. She was okay. He would just never be able to see her. But at least she could know. There has to be a way for her to know. He got in the elevator and went up to one of the rooms below.
She had the idea. On late nights, they couldn't always make the trek home so everyone had an extra bedroom here. It proved to be useful for her after the mansion burned down. She spent so much time in this building.
He went into her room, knowing the passcode off the top of his head. She always used the same one. Ever since they had met, it had been the same. He smiled, maybe some things never change.
She had a glass chandelier hanging from the roof and her bed had white sheets and a thin black comforter on it. The room screamed of her delicate taste. He closed the door and sat on the bed. It smelled like her. The scent of her perfume lingered on the sheets.
He laid down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow and holding on to the memories of her. Slowly his eyes began to close as he drifted off to sleep.
He dreamed of her of course, just like he always did. Except, this time, they were happy. They sat on the couch and she looked at him with that shining innocent smile that she used to have and put on display without a second guess.
He didn't know what had happened before. He didn't know the circumstances but he grabbed her and he held her. He held her so tightly. And for a moment everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin it. She pulled away, a playful smile still on her face. "Is everything okay?"
He cupped her face, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb. "Everything's perfect."
He rested his forehead against hers, not moving his hand, with eyes close, reveling in her touch. He missed her so much. She put her hand on his arm, tracing random patterns with her thumb, like she used to. She his her forehead against his, mirroring his actions, leaning into his hand. "Oliver, you know you can talk to me." He smiled, nodding slightly.
She moved her head back, breaking their connection as his hand dropped, but quickly placing her hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. "Talk to me."
He smiled at her sadly. "I missed you."
She pulled him into her again. He buried his face in her neck, feeling her soft skin against his face. "I'm not going anywhere," she promised softly.
The scene shifted. They were at the beach. He stood on the sand as she ran into the water. "Coming?" she called back. He smiled running after her. He caught her from behind and spun her around as she laughed, grabbing his arms around her waist.
He tossed her into the water as she squealed. She came up her wet hair swept behind her head. She smiled. "You're gonna pay for that," she threatened, unable to bite back the smile that played at her lips. He dove under water and came up right in front of her.
"Are you sure?" He feigned confusion.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, yes," she smiled flirtatiously and kissed him. He closed his eyes and felt her smile into the kiss.
When he opened his eyes he was back in her room at Watchtower. He rolled onto his back, smiling at the memory. He'd get her back. He'd figure out a way.