I said I probably wouldn't write outtakes that happen after the epilogue, but then this idea struck and wouldn't leave me in peace, I had this vision always in the back of my mind and I had to write it.

This will be the last chapter of this story, I think it's the perfect place to end it, in a bittersweet tone, but hopeful nonetheless.

The Last Page

"Daddy, where is grandpa going?" the little boy asked, his small hand inside his father's much bigger one.

"He is going to sleep, son…" Thomas' voice catching in his throat, made the young boy look up from the big brown coffin to his father's face, where he saw big tears running silently through his cheeks.

"When are we going to see him again?" the boy whispered and his father squeezed his hand.

"Not for a long time…" Thomas replied, his eyes glued to the coffin being descended into the ground. With each centimeter, he felt like a part of himself was being buried as well, like a shadow was being cast over his heart, keeping him from seeing anything beyond that hole on the ground.

"That's why you are sad?"

Thomas finally looked down into his son's blue eyes. He could no longer see the coffin, the wood finally hidden by the ground. He crouched in front of the boy and catching him under his armpits pulled him against his chest.

"That's why I'm sad, Robbie…" Thomas whispered, kissing his son's temple. Beside him, his wife held his biceps, grounding him, supporting him in silence.

Thomas could see his sister in front of him, her dark blonde hair shining under the sun, her shoulders sagged, like she was holding a heavy weight. He knew she was tired.

"Can you take care of him?" Thomas asked and his wife nodded, taking the boy from his arms.

Thomas stepped forward, his hand grabbing his sister's shoulder and he squeezed.

She turned around, her eyes red and blotchy, her pale face stricken with tears' tracks.

"Thomas…" she whispered.

"Emilia…" he replied, hugging her. He felt her body fall against his own, her sobs racking her frame. He started sobbing against her, and in that moment they were not a big shot businesswoman and a college teacher, they were once again two kids, holding each other, so they wouldn't break apart, so the memories of their smiling and strong father wouldn't fly away with the wind.

Thomas looked over his sister's shoulder to see the woman right beside them. Her hair was no longer blonde, white now, after so many years of life. Her wrinkles told a story of battles untold, of laughs and crying, of happy and sad moments and the tears now running through them told the story of the love shared between his parents for long and memorable years, now finding the last page of their story together.

"Mom…" Thomas called, his right arm stretching to grab her arm.

Felicity turned around to look at her older son, her eyes far away, held under the pain of losing her husband.

"Tommy…" she whispered, sighing. "He is gone…" and the tears fell quicker.

Thomas stretched his two arms and engulfed the two women, his mother and his sister, against his body, like he wanted to hold them secure against any evil. And suddenly, when his sobs racked his frame once again, it was no longer him holding Felicity and Emilia, it was Felicity holding her children, rocking them like when they were babies and couldn't sleep. She shushed them whispered words of love and care, words they had heard for years from both their parents, now only evoked by one of them.

"Everything will be alright…" Felicity whispered, kissing Thomas and Emilia's heads. "We will be alright…"

But they wouldn't… not like they previously were, when Oliver Queen was still alive, when his old, but still commanding figure, even with 83 years, sat behind his mahogany desk, signing contracts or telling his grandchildren stories about a masked hero.

Felicity could feel the rest of the family behind her, the grandchildren old enough to come, eyeing her apprehensively. She was the smiling grandma, the computer expert, the cool grandma that all her friends loved… but now, they were seeing her in a new light, for the first time, they were seeing her without grandpa Oliver, they were seeing her crying, they were seeing she was frail like the rest of the world…

"Felicity…" someone whispered beside her and the woman turned to see an anguished Thea and a stoic-looking Roy, that was trying to hide his red eyes, right behind her. She couldn't remember if they were there since the beginning of the ceremony. The last few hours were a haze inside her mind, dark memories shadowing her normally acute mind. But if there was one person that she could be sure was right behind her, guarding her back, was the oldest friend Oliver and she had.

"John…" she whispered, and she felt his hand squeeze her elbow. "The mission is over…" she whispered and felt him move behind her.

"Yes, the mission is over…" Dig whispered back. He still had the green rose, that he intended to put over Oliver's grave, inside his fist, feeling the soft petals against his thumb.

When people started dispersing, eyeing the quickly changing sky with apprehension, Felicity hold her ground and stood beside her husband's grave.

"We should go inside, mom…" Emilia said, tugging her arm, but Felicity resisted.

"I just want to be alone for a few minutes, please…" she asked, no longer crying, kissing her daughter's cheek softly.

She saw the woman back off and walk away, her older son grabbing her hand and her husband squeezing the other one. Thomas stood behind her for a few more minutes until he walked away as well.

"Felicity…" Thea called, hugging her. Felicity hugged her back, kissed her hair, and saw her walk away with the support of Roy and one of their daughters.

"You too, John…" Felicity whispered, and she heard her friend sigh.

"He would be proud of you…" Diggle said and before Felicity could ask what for he was already walking away.

Felicity felt her knees give up under her, sinking into the freshly dug ground.

"Oliver…" she whispered, taking something from inside her black jacket.

A dark green mask appeared between her fingers.

"I miss you… it's been 48 hours, but it looks like a lifetime without you… How could you do this? Leave me behind? You know how I hate when you go all gallantry on me… Couldn't you wait for me? Just a bit longer… we still had so much to do… you never finished telling that last story to Olivia about how the queen saved the masked hero from a madman… you promised you would tell her, Oliver!" Felicity said, punching the ground with anger. "You promised!" she said, her tears falling once again. She felt the mask inside her fists and her sobs stopped. "See? You are making me lose my poise, just like you used to! You jerk…" Felicity whispered, a sad, broken smile over her lips. "I love you so much… and I always will… just wait for me a bit longer, okay? Don't go all playboy Queen without me! Your back can't take it anymore… And Sara, if you are hearing, you will have to tell me everything when I meet you guys!"

Felicity cleaned her face quickly, and approaching the fresh soil, she shoved a the right amount of it aside, put the mask inside the hole and tuck it once again, making sure it was well hidden.

When she rose once again, rain started falling. However, Felicity stood there, eyeing the rain drops being swollen by the earth.

"Grandma…" she heard calling and turning around she saw Robbie beside John, with a big umbrella, waiting for her.

"What did you put in there?" the young boy asked and Felicity noted Dig's worried look. The older man knew exactly what the object was, even if he was too far away to really see anything.

"Did I ever tell you about the time the Arrow saved this city from an army of super soldiers?" Felicity asked, her hand squeezing her grandson's.

"An army of super soldiers?!" the boy wondered with an awed voice and beside them, Diggle shook his head with mirth.

"Yes, it was a sight to be held…" Felicity said, excitedly, while Robbie drank every word that poured from her lips, while walking towards their home.

Felicity Meghan Smoak-Queen lived precisely thirteen months without Oliver Jonas Queen.

When her children found her, she had a smile over her lips, and while Emilia and Thomas hugged each other and cried together, they knew that, for the last thirteen months their mother lived without half of her heart. Now, that heart was once again whole.

I hope you enjoyed the ride as well as I did, it was a memorable one for me. Arrow has definitely one of the best fandom out there, and I'm proud I'm part of it, especially in my first multi-chapter story in this universe, where are such amazing, perfect stories already, and where I received such sweet hearty welcome from all of you.