Hello lovely readers! So this chapter is a very short one but it was either this or no update today so I figured why not. A fair warning that this isn't fluff or a happy chapter, but give it a shot because I don't consider it to be angst either. It's just a look into Felicity's head after an unpleasant event. It's a bit sad. Just a bit.

No prompts this time, just something I had in mind... which may or may not be the product of a bad day.

Enjoy!

I'd make Olicity happen if I owned Arrow. They still didn't happen, so I obviously don't.

Her eyes blur as she replies the scene in her head once again. It's not like she wasn't used to seeing him with other girls. It's just the she's never walked in on him kissing any of them before.

She settles down on her couch with an ice cream pint and sweatpants, trying hard to distract herself with the movie she rented. She made sure it's romance-free when she got it, but for some reason that wasn't exactly helping.

Realizing that she looked like every cliché of a girl with a broken heart ever, she gave up on the current movie and started "A walk to remember" instead. She figured that if she's going to cry, then she may as well do it properly.

Two years. That's how long she's been in love with him. Two years in which he had dated a dozen different women and casually went home with twice as many in the least. Not that she was counting. She didn't exactly keep tap on it or give it much mind but when you spend so much time with someone, you start noticing when they show up in last night's clothes.

Many times she saw him preparing for various dates with different women. All of them prettier, taller, better than her. She knew that none of those women were IT dorks or babbling freaks. She knew that none of them would ever be friend zoned the way she is. And it killed her a little each time she thought about it, but she still smiled when he looked at her and joined Diggle in teasing him when it came to girlfriends. Laughing at the nicknames and smothering her hopes.

Although she'd never admit it, she's always had hope that one day he'd finally look at her differently. Sometimes she even imagined he did. In fleeting moments where their eyes met or their hands brushed –she imagined that an electric current went through the both of them. And yet those moments were so swift and so far in between that she wrote them off as wishful thinking.

She kept those moments to herself. Taking them out and studying them secretly at night then tucking them back in before she sleeps; always pretending, in the morning, that they were never there to begin with.

However, she didn't allow them to hold her back or affect her work; she still dated two or three guys over the past two years –if very shortly- and she still did a remarkable job at the lair.

She learnt to keep her feelings bottled up and guarded since the very first time she met Laurel. Gorgeous Laurel. She remembers clearly the sinking feeling in her stomach when she first laid eyes on her and how she covered it up with mad hand gestures and a babbling mouth. She had vowed that day to never make a fool of herself that way again. To hold her tongue around the women in his life and not look bemused while doing so.

Ignoring that memory in favor of the new one, she takes a big bite of ice cream and curses her awful timing. She also curses her computer and the man she was looking up today. If he hadn't been so skilled at hiding she wouldn't have had to research him for hours and she wouldn't have been so excited when she finally got the info. She wouldn't, most definitely, have burst into Oliver's office without knocking either.

Entirely the situation had been pretty horrible but not that embarrassing –or so she tells herself- since the woman with Oliver was sitting on top of his desk with her back to the door. The woman didn't so much as flinch or look behind when the door opened but Oliver's head whipped up, causing the woman's lips to move on to his jaw, and he stared at Felicity with wide eyes. It took her a second but she somehow managed to shuffle back in a trance, close the door, then fly down the stairs and into the bathroom.

An hour later she had apologized to Oliver, who looked slightly guilty, with a forced and stopped his attempts at saying anything.

"Don't." she had said without looking at him. "I'll start knocking and it won't happen again. Promise."

She sighs loudly when her eyes blur again as the image of him with flushed cheeks and blown pupils plays over and over in her mind. He had looked heartbreakingly gorgeous –And not at all hers. She figures he'll never be.

That night Felicity goes to bed with puffy eyes and red cheeks. She knows that she'll go into the lair with a smile tomorrow and act as if nothing ever happened but for tonight –just for tonight- she allows herself the tears.

A/N: For some reason I feel slightly guilty for posting this (sorry Felicity.. and readers).

We'll be back to fluffy chapters pretty soon and I'm still taking prompts. In the meantime tell me what you think about this chapter or I'll think that you hate me too much to review.

Thanks for reading lovely people!

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