Note: I know this feels like the end, but it isn't. Although it is the end of the story as I originally conceived it, I'm one of those people who likes to know what happens after "The End," so I'm going to continue exploring Oliver's and Felicity's lives in Greece in a series of "outtakes" posted to this story. They will be stand-alone one-shots, so no cliffhangers, ever.
I will post the next chapter tomorrow.
Dear John,
I found her. I'm sorry it took me so long to get in touch, but a lot has been going on.
I won't be bringing her back after all. She has a good life here, and she doesn't want to leave, at least for now. Which means I'm not coming back either. You once said love was about finding someone who is already the right fit; it took me way too long, but I finally figured out it was her. She's the one, Digg, and I was too stupid to see it. Thankfully it wasn't too late.
I have no idea where we go from here; all I know is my place is with her. Where she goes, I go. I guess that means the city will have to do without me from now on. Felicity has helped me see that I have given enough, that I deserve to have a life of my own, and I think I'm finally ready to believe that, though no doubt I will need reminding from time to time.
Starling is in good hands with you, Laurel and Roy, but if you ever need me, or us as Felicity just reminded me - she's looking over my shoulder as I write - we will be there.
Thank you, Digg. For everything.
Take care,
Oliver
PS: Felicity here. As usual, Oliver forgets the important stuff: pictures. I want pictures of Emily. And I'd like you to bring them to me, in person. In fact, when she's old enough to travel, you're all welcome. 'Till we meet again, love, F.