It started with a tyrant
Oliver and Felicity sat on a blanket in the clearing. Besides Oliver there was a picnic basket filled with goodies. Oliver distributed the items on the blanket. He had as appetizer bruschetta, as main course spaghetti bolognese and tiramisu for dessert, plus he had a bottle of sparkling wine. The two of them ate through the delicious dishes. "I would marry the cook." Felicity groaned with her mouth filled with tiramisu. oliver choked and began to cough. "Water in the basket," he pressed out. Felicity handed him the bottle. He drank deeply. "What did you say again?" He asked. "I have said that I would marry the cook. So please let Raisa know," she replied nekisch. Oliver shook his head. "Raisa has not cooked" Felicity looked at him confused. "Who else?" "Me" Felicity's eyes were wide as she understood what he was saying and that in connection with what she had said. she began to stutter. "Oh god, I did n't mean that. Not that I would not marry you. Not that I have already thought about it. I could totally imagine to marry you. But we are much too young to get married. Also would your mother me kill if we would get married. and oh man. I said way too often marry and now you're thinking that your friend has a personality disorder, and ... "Oliver kissed her long and deep. When he let go of her, she stared at him dazed. "I have to agree with you, we are too young to get married. We have not been together a long time, but I can easily imagine, to call you my wife someday."
A few days later Felicity walked down the stairs, as Moira Queen entered the mansion. "Ah, Miss Smoak! Good that I see you. A word." Without waiting for a reply, Moira turned around. Felicity had no choice but to follow . Moira brought her into the parlor. "Sit down, please, dear!" The term of endearment felt wrong coming from Moira, but Felicity did as instructed . "I want you to leave my son." Cold and direct. Felicity stared at her as if Moira two heads. "Again please?" "I want you to end the relationship with my son." Felicity gaped at Moira. "You can not be serious." "You'll never be good enough" Felisity shook her head vigorously. "You're giving me not even a chance to prove your the opposite ." "That's not necessary. You will tell him that you feel nothing for him . You will go and break off the contact with him." Felicity held stubbornly against it. "No, I will not." Moira looked her straight in the eye. "But you will. You see I have a lot of influence. And because it may well happen that your admission to MIT is denied, or any other institute . You can forget your little dreams. Unless you do as I say. "Felicity was shocked. How could this woman be so cruel ?! "I know you'll make the right decision, Felicity. Have a nice day" With these words she left Felicity behind.
Felicity told nobody about the conversation with Moira and tried as best as she could to supress the memory of the incident. It didn't work as well as she would have liked. A week later she received a call that her interview had been canceled for the scholarship. Felicity sat in shock in front of the phone after she hung up. Then she burst into tears. The decision was difficult for her, but she decided that she had to break up with Oliver. Her dreams were more important than a silly high school relationship, which would certainly have stopped working with time. If she told herself that enough times, maybe she would believe it eventually.
Felicity decided to do it the next day. The sooner, the better. Felicity walked with deliberate steps towards Oliver and tapped him on the shoulder. Oliver turned around. "Hey Babe" He wanted to give her a kiss on the mouth, but Felicity turned her head to the side. "We need to talk" Oliver swallowed. Her neutral tone and her passive facial expression didn't bode well with him. "Is everything okay?" He asked hesitantly. She needed to rip it off like a band aid. "We need to break up!" Oliver took a step back. "You can not be serious. Please tell me that you don't mean this seriously." She shook her head. "Be honest! We are too different. We come from two different worlds. We had from the very beginning a expiration date ." "No, I refuse to believe that. You mean more to me than anything else.
Please don't do that, "he pleaded, begged literally. But he quickly realized that he had lost this battle." So, that was it. You give up just like that "" It's better this way, "She left him. It was only in an empty classroom she let her tears flow freely.
The next day, Felicity got the call that mix-up had happend and that the MIT would welcome her with open arms. An interview would not be necessary. Your Awards spoke for themselves. They offered her a full-ride scholarship. After hanging up Felicity went to her room. She threw herself on the bed and screamed. Her dream came true, but her heart was in shards. She cried herself to sleep.