What a day!
Riots and looters were an all-day event on weekends, and on this particular weekend they had started earlier than usual.
Sore and bruised, Oliver walked towards Big Belly Burger in the Glades. His shift was about to start, but he was going to be late…again.
As he walk his mind wondered, and as his mind wondered, so did his feet, straying from their masters original/predetermined path.
About half an hour later he looked up. Before him was the entrance of Saint Augustine's Cemetery; the graveyard where his mother had been laid to rest not four days ago. The place he had not come the day of her funeral.
A thick shot of guilt rushed through his veins.
He knew he needed to see her.
Part him wanted to go; to finally get it over with, but he was frozen in place, unwilling to walk the relatively short distance to Moira Queen's plot.
"I have to get to work." Oliver thought quickly his own mind creating an excuse for him which he gladly accepted.
He turned around and started walking to work.
Deep down inside himself - somewhere that still knew what was right from what was wrong - he felt…disappointed.
Oliver didn't notice that his head moved to hang towards the pavement.
Would there ever be a day he didn't feel the weight of all his past mistakes come crashing down on his soul like an anvil, breaking it into piece?
First he couldn't go to the funeral, now he can't keep from ending up at her grave? Oliver, you are one messed up little piece of work!