40A/N: So here it is guys the final chapter… I can't thank you all enough for your continued support on this one, especially with the writers block. But I need to do a few shout outs, firstly to Shelby because she was the person that originally prompted this, so thank you sweetie, I hope I did your amazing idea justice. Second I need to thank Jessica because of her ARTWORK! No I'm still not over it! And finally I have to sau a massive thank you to Lauren for her continued support with this. Seriously guys she's been my sound board, supporter, cheerleader, she has helped push me into getting this finished and helped me through my writers block. so THANK YOU… Without further ado here is the final chapter and I hope you enjoy it…
2 weeks, 14 whole days, god only knows the number of hours he had lived without her light in his world. Well the truth was he wasn't living, he just merely existed now. Without her the world seemed dull; colours seemed faded, smells all mingled together into a stench of blood he couldn't get off his skin. He tried to remember her full of life, laughing and smiling, but whenever his eyes closed he saw her twisted in pain, pale, blood pouring out of her chest. That's why he shouldn't have come here, he should have stayed away like he had been doing. He didn't belong in the Bratva now. He would surely be a wanted man but he'd risk it all for a chance to say goodbye to her one last time.
It was a dull day, the sky was covered in clouds and there was a cool breeze as the funeral came to an end. Oliver had stayed at the back, easily blending into the huge crowd of men. He could see the group at the front, Anatoly, Sara, Nyssa and Diggle. He had heard the rumours that a new Captain would be appointment soon, and that Anatoly would be leaving Starling behind but he had business to attend to first. He hadn't heard any mention of the betrayal, of what he or even Sara had done. So he stayed quiet and watched the whole event from his quiet contemplation at the back of the crowd.
He waited patiently as all the men started to slowly leave. He hung back hoping Anatoly would leave before long, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Diggle staring at him with a sad smile. "Oliver," he said.
"Dig."
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I had to say goodbye," he answered.
"No I meant here, at the back. You should have been up there." He nodded into the direction of Anatoly, where Sara and Nyssa stood beside him. Nyssa's arm wrapped around her in support as Sara cried.
"I... I didn't want-"
"No one else knows, only Anatoly, me and Sara... And no one knows about Sara."
"I gathered as much," Oliver replied. "Otherwise they would have been ready to kill me."
"Anatoly wants to talk," Diggle stated as he released him.
"What could he possibly have to say, other than wanting to kill me?" Oliver asked with a sigh.
"He just wants to talk, Oliver," Diggle answered with a shrug. "You can't hide away forever."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I think everyone knows you've been hauled up in your place."
"And?"
"Yet no one's bothered you," Diggle replied. "People care Oliver, so please just talk to him."
With a sigh Oliver nodded. "Okay."
They walked up to the grave in relative silence, all the other men had left. Before Oliver even managed to come to rest beside Anatoly, Sara had walked up to him hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry," she whispered into his ear.
They pulled back and he gave her a small smile with a sharp nod. "I am too," he whispered and she stepped back. Nyssa wrapped her arm around her, giving Oliver a nod before the pair headed towards the car. Oliver took a deep breath before he turned back to Anatoly. He stood before a gravestone, the earth freshly placed covering the hole.
"I wanted a headstone," Anatoly whispered. "I wanted it done before I left."
"You're leaving?" Oliver asked on reflex.
"I am no longer needed here, once a new Captain is appointed then I shall return home." Oliver nodded as the pair just stood there looking at the grave. "I have some business I need to attend to first."
"Right... And why do you wish to talk to me?" Oliver asked slowly.
"My princess made one request before her death... And after it she still wanted the same request."
"After?" Oliver frowned.
"Her will," Diggle supplied from just behind the pair.
"Вы свободны, Оливер." Anatoly whispered.
"What?"
"I'm releasing you from your families binds. I'm releasing you from the brotherhood... You are a free man. But you shall never be reconnected to this world, all ties are severed including myself."
Oliver turned his head to look at him. "Why?"
"потому что это то, что моя принцесса хотела."
"But... I..."
"There's enough destruction in our worlds... You lost a lot Oliver, your whole family died thanks to our world and we have both lost people we love thanks to Darhk."
"Thank you," Oliver whispered.
"It's her you should be thanking." He responded tilting his head towards the gravestone.
"I did love her," Oliver responded. "I know that means nothing now-"
"Maybe not, but at least she knew," Anatoly interrupted.
"I am sorry," Oliver answered. He watched from the corner of his eye as Anatoly turned to face him.
"You did what you had to do, and what I did was not enough. You are a better man than I."
"I got a lot of people killed-"
"No, Darhk and Cooper, they killed a lot of people," Anatoly corrected him. "But I must go, goodbye Mr Queen." He stuck his hand out to Oliver and he turned, taking it.
"Thank you sir," he replied shaking his hand. Anatoly gave a sharp nod before he walked off to the awaiting car. Oliver turned back to the grave as he heard the car pull off.
"Aren't you going with your boss?" Oliver asked as Diggle stood beside him.
"He's not my boss," Diggle responded.
"Huh?" Oliver turned his head towards him with a frown.
"Felicity... She didn't just cut you from the Bratva-"
"She cut you too?" Oliver asked in surprise.
Diggle smiled. "She cut us all, myself, my wife, Roy, Shado, Sara and Nyssa."
"But... Why?"
"Because we were her family." He shrugged. "She truly cared for people Oliver, even if she hid it from the world... you know that."
"I do, but your lives."
"It's time for new lives, for fresh starts." He smiled at Oliver. "She left us all her money."
"What do you mean all her money?" he asked.
"Felicity did have some legitimate businesses, in the event of her death all were to be sold." Oliver just stared in disbelief. "The Bratva money stays with Anatoly, and the new captain, but her money, her businesses well that is to be divided."
Oliver shook his head. "I don't want that. I can't take her money! When did she even write this Will?" He took a small step back. "She knew I was an ARGUS agent Diggle..."
"She did, and she was angry... But she still wrote this will before the confrontation with Darhk."
"The day you, her and Sara..."
"Yes, she changed it then." Oliver shook his head in disbelief.
"Why? Why do that when she hated me? When she was so angry she could never trust me?"
"Because she loved you," Diggle answered instantly. "She might have been angry, hurt, upset but when she thought she was going to die... when it came down to it... She still wanted you to live. She always wanted you out of this, just like she did me."
"You always seemed so at home here." Diggle laughed then as reached into his pocket.
"She wanted you to have this." He pulled out an envelope handing it to him. "It was to be given to you after the funeral..."
"What is it?" Oliver asked taking it from him.
"I think it's a letter, she wrote it when she changed the will."
"Oh." Oliver quickly pushed it into his pocket. He didn't need to know her words then. He knew how much he'd hurt her and right now he couldn't deal with the added pain.
"She... She also gave me this in the hospital." He opened his hand to reveal Oliver's watch, the glass over the face was broken and it still had some of her blood on it. Oliver took it tentatively, the strap wrapped around his hand as the face sat in his palm. "She wanted you to have it back."
"Because I hurt her," Oliver whispered fighting back the tears.
"No, because she broke it. And she didn't want your heart to be broken by her, so she wanted you to have it back." Oliver's eyes slipped closed as he took a shaky breath. He opened his eyes as he squatted in front of the gravestone, he placed the watch on top of it.
"I don't want it back. You'll always have my heart Felicity, even now you've gone..." His lip trembled as a silent tear rolled down his cheek; the pain in his chest feeling as fresh as that moment in the hospital all those weeks ago.
"So what are you going to do Oliver?" Diggle asked.
"What do you mean?" he answered standing back up.
"You're no longer a part of Bratva, your sister is the other side of the world and Felicity's gone-"
"I don't know Diggle, maybe I should just go back to ARGUS. My sister doesn't need me, and I have no real home." He shrugged.
"Don't do that," Diggle responded. "Don't go back. You're finally free don't go back to Waller. She has so many of us under her thumb-"
"Wait..." Olivers head snapped towards him. "Us?"
"I'm an Agent Oliver."
"What? You're an agent!"
"I am."
"What? I just... You lied too?" He frowned his head spinning slightly.
"She knew I worked for someone, she never knew it was ARGUS," he answered flatly.
"How? How could you have told her the truth and not got in trouble with Waller?"
"Felicity found out Oliver, and so I told her the truth. We were there to monitor her, Lyla and I, we were planted to just keep an eye on things but never intervene. We were like family Oliver, she was like my sister and I trusted her a hell of a lot more than Waller. I never told Waller." Oliver merely nodded.
"But you didn't know about m-"
"At the beginning, no. I started to have my suspicions but it was only clarified when Felicity told me."
"But you lied."
"Yes, which is why I told you to tell her the truth. She was always fair, and I gave her no other reason to distrust me."
"So that's where ARGUS got their information on the Bratva?" Diggle merely nodded. "But nobody else knows?"
"No, they never had any need to and even more so now. I'm leaving Starling, Oliver. Lyla and I are about to be parents so we're going to take a less active role in ARGUS." Oliver nodded in understanding. "But you shouldn't go back."
"Why not? I have nothing to do now, the only person I've ever loved is dead and my only family can never come back..."
"Then leave," Diggle stated. "Leave Starling and start over, don't let her death be in vain, live."
"I don't know how to."
"Then find a way, travel, visit different countries... I don't know man... buy a boat, but don't let her death ruin you."
"I... I can't Dig," Oliver answered truthfully.
"What about your sister?"
"She doesn't need someone like me in her life."
"Oliver you can't blame yourself for everything, Felicity gave you an out. Take it."
"But I wanted it with her," he whispered turning back to the gravestone. "I wanted a future with you Felicity, and I can't believe you're gone. I'm so sorry it ended the way it did, I'd take it all back, every minute if it meant you were alive." He closed his eyes as he placed a hand on her grave.
"You know she wouldn't want that," Diggle answered.
"No, but I would Dig. She deserved so much more than what she got out of this life."
"She got love. She got friendship. Yes she had a harsh start in life and she suffered more than most, but god Oliver, you changed her," Diggle responded. "You were the only person I saw who got through her defences completely, and who she let in. She loved you, please don't waste this opportunity." Oliver said nothing as he continued to look at her grave.
"I'll miss you Felicity," he whispered before glancing to Dig. "Thank you, John. For everything, I wish you and your family all the best."
John stuck his hand out. "And you." As Oliver took his hand to shake it Dig pulled him in for a hug.
The pair embraced before Oliver gave him a sharp nod. He turned around walking away from Felicity, and from the life he had been living, unsure of what his future held.
2 weeks later
Oliver stood in his penthouse glancing around, his life was all boxed up, all his possessions to go into storage. He stood there looking at how it looked no different, it hadn't changed, this wasn't a home and it never would be for him. With a deep breath he headed back to his bedroom, the wardrobe he'd been avoiding for the last 4 weeks the only place left to clear out. As he walked into the room his phone beeping caught his attention. He glanced at it to see he had two voicemail messages; he swiftly pressed the button to listen.
"You have two new messages, message one received today at 10.05am." He listened as the robotic voice changed into something softer.
"Hey Ollie, it's me. I'm just wondering how you're doing. I haven't heard from you since, well since that phone call." He swallowed thickly remembering the teary call he had made to Thea after Felicity's death. "And no those texts telling me you're fine do not count. I do think you should fly out to me, I've missed you and I want to be there for you. You're my brother, please Ollie." He sighed as Thea's voice softened even more. "I love you."
"Message two received today at 10.22am."
"Oliver, don't do this." Tommy's voice sound almost upset. "You're out man, don't come back. Please don't do this, Diggle told me what you were planning and Wallers been walking around with a smug look." He heard Tommy sigh through the phone. "She doesn't want you to leave, she wants you to stay. But Oliver, you only joined us for one reason and that's over. Don't do-" Oliver ended the message without a second thought. He sighed rubbing a hand at the back of his neck before he typed out a message to Thea.
I love you too, I'm fine. I just need some time, plus I don't want to endanger your life when things are only just cooling off. Enjoy your time with Roy. O x
He hit send without even bothering to second guess himself, placing his phone back down before stepping closer to the wardrobe. He grasped a bag and a box as he took a deep breath before stepping inside. He randomly grabbed clothes off the rail, tossing them in a box.
He was a man on a mission, most of his clothes just aimlessly being tossed away, with the occasional piece being thrown in his bag to keep. He made his way further in when his foot got caught on something on the floor. He glanced down frowning at the bunched up material. He leant down picking it up and instantly he was met with her scent. The material was soft to his palm and he could feel his throat tightening. He stared at the dress, his mind lost at how she felt in his arms, of the moment they shared in this darkened space. He gently stroked the fabric, his heart breaking all over again as he stood there frozen. She was gone. He would never see her smile, never get to hold her hand or kiss her senseless, and never make it up to her.
He swallowed thickly his eyes burning from the tears he forced away, how was he meant to carry on? How could he look Thea in the eyes after the guilt he felt? It was his fault, all his fault and he would pay the ultimate price, by living on when others didn't get to. He would work for Waller and become the weapon he truly was, because the man he used to be had changed in his hunt for Darhk.
He dropped her dress as he turned to the other side of his wardrobe, he grabbed the first article of clothing and stopped; the suit he'd worn to her funeral. He glanced at it his eyes landing on the envelope sticking out the pocket. He grasped it pulling it out staring at the envelope. His name handwritten by her on the front. He took a deep breath as he sat down on the floor and slowly ripped the envelope open. He frowned and stared in disbelief as the contents fell to the floor around him. He blinked as he picked up a gold card with black writing.
Call this number, state your name.
He frowned flipping it over but with no signs of who the number belonged to. He turned the other pieces of paper over, pictures of a villa and officially looking papers and then a hand written letter. He stared at it all before he jumped to his feet rushing over to his phone. He input the number without much thought.
"Hello." An unfamiliar male voice cut through.
"Hi, I'm Oliver Queen-"
"Ah Mr Queen! We've been expecting your call."
"You have?"
"Yes, well I am truly sorry for your loss sir."
"My... Loss..." he whispered.
"Yes your... Wife, she explained the situation."
"My wife..." He let hang in the air.
"Yes Megan." His throat tightened. "She hired us, said she'd left you a letter... It explained everything."
"I haven't... I haven't read the letter."
"Oh, I see. We're a private jet company, she hired us to take you to a special place... Again sir the letter probably explains it better."
"Okay." Was all he could say. "I'll call back."
"Please do sir." The man's enthusiasm left Oliver in more confusion. He hung up and then glanced down to the letter. He grasped it staring at her handwriting flowing where she had rushed sections.
Dear Oliver,
If you're reading this then the worst scenario happened and I am dead. If this is the case, and I imagine the truth about your employment has been revealed then I want to tell you, I'm angry, I'm hurt but I still love you. It's wrong isn't it? You lied, and I want to be angry with you but right now I just can't. The truth is Oliver you've changed me, you bought back a part of me that I thought had been lost a long time ago. And even if you didn't feel the same I in return am gifting you with several things.
The first is forgiveness, if I'm dead then it no longer matters, I forgive you and whatever happened it was never your fault. I'm setting you free Oliver.
The next is my money, if you are reading this then Diggle would have explained. There are bank account details within this letter, that is an account in your name, do with it as you wish. But I promise that is legitimate money, not Bratva. And also if Anatoly followed my wishes, as I know and hope he will, then you're free. The Bratva no longer has a hold on you or your family.
Finally, my last gift to you. A life. Or rather the potential to live. You talked about dreams, hopes and a way to live, for you and Thea to live. Before I was officially a member of the Bratva, I bought a house, several in various parts of the world but when you said you wanted a life with me. Well there was only one home I pictured, one home far away from Starling. So the lease to that home is yours, and to go with that, I hired a private jet. The number on the card inside is for that. I had to tell them a little lie so they'd allow me to do this, so just go along with what they say. But the house, well it's where Thea is, not the house itself but in Crete. That's where Roy was taking her, and I think after everything you at least deserve a break.
There are no strings attached, and you're probably wondering why I'd leave you all this but the truth is Oliver, I love you. Thea and you deserve to live a dream, so I'm giving you the opportunity to dream and live for the both of us. I don't know your ties to ARGUS but if it's anything like the Bratva well I wish you luck.
Love Always
Felicity.
Oliver blinked his heart racing even more. Even in anger and pain she still gave him what he had wanted, a life. But he didn't want that without her. He blinked as his phone beeped.
You would never be endangering my life. Ollie everything you've done is to protect me. It's time you started living so please for yourself don't do anything silly T x
Oliver sighed staring at the paperwork around him. He looked at the idyllic villa, beautiful in the sunlight. Felicity's hand written letter taunting him and then his eyes caught on to her black dress sitting in the corner. He slammed his eyes shut, his wind a whirlwind. Should he stay and work with ARGUS? Or go and see Thea? Should he grant Felicity's final wishes in letting him go? Or tie himself to another organisation?
He grabbed his phone pulling it to his ear. "Hi it's Oliver Queen..."
The sun was shining, it was truly beautiful. The warm Greek breeze made him smile after the confines of the plane. He took a deep breath, the clear air feeling so much better. It shocked him how easy this all felt, how much lighter he felt when he left Starling behind. He had refused Wallers offer to join ARGUS, which both Dig and Tommy seemed too happy about. All his belongings were placed into storage and his flat put up for sale. Thea was thrilled he was coming to live in a place she referred to as a wondrous paradise, and as soon as he had stepped out he could see why.
Thea had given him an address, a small bar on a beach and here he was sitting and waiting for her. The ocean was peaceful as it lapped at the sand. He could see couples and families enjoying the afternoon sun. Everything felt too easy, like it was really all going to be okay. He was lost in watching the peacefulness, when he heard a throat clear.
"Ollie." Thea stood there with a broad smile, a young gentleman stood beside her.
"Mr Queen," he said sticking his hand out.
"Roy I presume," Oliver replied taking his hand giving him a firm handshake before he hugged his baby sister tightly.
He held her for awhile until she whispered, "hey you okay?" He pulled back with a nod.
"Yeh I've just missed you."
"It's all over now Ollie," Thea replied with a wide smile. "All of it, Felicity let you go, and Roy. She gave you all an out."
"Yeh she did," Oliver mumbled in response.
"I think you'll love it here." Thea said softly. "It's beautiful, and you might be pleasantly surprised," She beamed and Oliver frowned at her.
"So you're staying here?"
"Why not?"
"Because it's just..."
"You deserve to be happy too," Thea answered. "Whatever you did, you deserve some happiness."
"I'm tired," he answered turning away, the moment too much for him.
"Then go home, I mean you have a home here after what you told me."
"Yeh I might get some sleep."
"Well Roy and I will be around." She smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulder before turning back to the bar.
"Mr Queen-"
"Oliver, call me Oliver, Roy."
"Oliver... I was asked to give you this." He handed him a package and he frowned.
"What is it? Who's it from?"
"A friend," Roy answered with a smile. Oliver glanced at the package then back at Roy. "I was just asked to give it to you, nothing else and taxi's are up there." He pointed up the steps and Oliver nodded holding the package as he picked up his holdall. He gave Thea a quick hug before he made for the steps.
Oliver sat in the taxi as he was driven to just on the outskirts of town, he sat staring at the package. It was plain, no note attached and he didn't know which friend this could be from. He easily ripped the packaging revealing a green material, he pulled it out and a piece of paper slipped from the material. He stared at the garment, it was a green hoodie, his green hoodie. He snatched up the note.
I thought you probably should have this back. We don't want it to get forgotten, you never know when a girl might need it.
He froze, the writing was hers. When had she sent this? She had been wearing it the day before; she had been wrapped in his hoodie when she fell asleep at the computer. He glanced up when the taxi rolled to a stop; he didn't even speak as he handed the money over walking towards the villa.
It was even more beautiful than the photos, they didn't do it justice. The setting sun made the building glow in an array of different lights. He easily accessed the building walking into the combined kitchen and living room. He turned on the lights placing his holdall down on the black leather couch as he stared at the green hoodie. He didn't even glance at the place as he held the material in his hands.
The curtains blowing caught his attention causing him to glance up to see the patio doors open. He frowned having a quick glance around the space for any intruders. He cautiously made his way to the doors stepping outside to the pool area. He frowned as he saw a woman standing looking over the edge of the rails at the ocean. He couldn't tear his eyes away; she looked familiar and his heart stopped his chest. He had to be seeing things, this wasn't possible.
"Felicity?" he heard himself speak but it all felt so surreal. She spun around to look at him and she was as beautiful as he remembered. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, her glasses perched on her nose as she wore a white long flowing sundress. She looked angelic and he was frozen in place. This couldn't be real, she wasn't real.
"Oliver," his name slipped passed her lips and she smiled so broadly. He took a deep breath closing his eyes. He had to be dreaming, he was on the plane. Felicity Smoak was dead, she died because of him.
The moment he felt her fingertips on his stubbled jaw his eyes snapped open. Her blue eyes sparkled in the swirl of colours of the sun, her ivory skin burning amber as the sky came to rest around them.
"You can't be..." he whispered as her hand cradled his cheek. "I lost you..."
"I loved you enough to find another way," she responded. "I loved you enough to stay, to fight for happiness." He could see the tears in her eyes as she smiled at him.
He still hadn't moved, unable to comprehend what was happening. "You were dead," he stated it, the pain in his heart shattering it.
"I had to, it was the only way for us both to get out."
"I thought you were dead." He couldn't hear anything as she grasped his hand pulling it to her chest.
"Feel, I am alive," she said. "I am alive and I am here."
"But... I lost you... You..." He could feel her heart beating hard against her chest and his palm. He closed his eyes, she was here and she was well. He didn't even think as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her flush against him and he kissed her hard. He needed to feel her, and she was completely willing as his tongue swept in and she moaned. Her fingers slipped into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp and he groaned in response. This was real. It was all real. He pulled away, his arms still banded around her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I'm sorry Oliver. I'm so sorry you thought I was dead," She mumbled against his chest. She winced slightly when he tightened his arms.
He pulled away staring at her. "You're-"
"It was real Oliver."
"So your kidney?"
"Yeh I lost a kidney, and my lung did get nicked but they fixed me."
"How? Why? I just..." He stood staring at her.
"A drug that slows the heart rate. It makes you appear dead. Caitlin, she works at the hospital it was easy for her to patch me up and keep me their till i could get to a safe house, she looked after me for the first 2 weeks. Then a week later, when I had all the necessary paperwork, I was flown out here. No one but Diggle, and Caitlin, and well Thea and Roy know I'm here."
"Wow," he mumbled.
"The world believes Felicity Smoak's dead, you're now talking to Felicity Raymond."
"Not Megan Queen?" He couldn't help but tease.
"No I mean, I didn't want to force that on you. Plus I want to wait for that." She winked before blushing slightly.
"So you gave it all up for me?" he asked a little astonished.
"No I gave it all up for us, for happiness." She smiled at him still blushing.
He gently grasped her hand. "That sounds good to me," he whispered in response.
"But it won't be easy Oliver."
"Nothing worthwhile ever is." He smiled bringing her hand to his lips.
"No but the worlds we lived in, they weren't happy and we have a long way to go-"
"Yes we do but I am willing to try, I am willing to talk it all through, to support you through the good and bad days."
"Through the nightmares and dreams?" she asked.
"Of course. I know I lied Felicity-"
"Stop. Diggle told me how much you blamed yourself, how you nearly rejoined ARGUS but I meant what I said in that letter, I forgave you. Because that was a job, not you." She placed her hand to his chest. "I know the man inside."
"And I know the remarkable woman you are," he whispered and she smiled.
"So don't blame yourself Oliver. I'm not dead but you needed to believe that for the ARGUS statements, and Anatoly. The world needed to believe I was gone."
"They do," he answered. "But god I couldn't co... The pain." He closed his eyes taking a deep breath before he opened them looking into her eyes. "I don't want to ever lose you like that again."
"And you won't have to, no more dangerous missions, no more illegal activity," she said with a giggle. "Just you and me, this house, and whatever dreams you can think of."
"You are my new dream Felicity. This, you, that's all I need." He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer. As he felt her chest rise and fall, and the warmth of her body as he held her, he didn't care about any of the past because she was here now and she was alive.
"Well I thought maybe we could open a restaurant, or an internet cafe?" Oliver was the one to laugh this time. "I like that."
"What?" he asked with a frown.
"I like hearing you laugh."
"Well we have a whole lifetime together so you better get used to it." He winked then. "I don't plan on losing you again Felicity."
"You won't."
"I love you enough to stay too."
"I only did that so Anatoly would release you, my wishes then and in the will, it needed to be real-"
"You don't need to explain," he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. Her hair tickled his nose and her scent wrapped around him like a warm blanket. "I love you." he whispered.
"I love you too, I really do Oliver and I have your heart remember." She tilted her head towards her arm. He looked down to see his watch, clean and with a new glass face wrapped around her pale skin.
"How'd-"
"Diggle, he gave it me back. Told me you want me to have it, and so he patched it up and wished me the best of luck." He smiled at her as she cuddled him. He could feel a shiver run down her spine and the goosebumps cover her skin.
"I have the perfect garment to help with the coolness."
"Oh you got the package then?"
"Yep." He smiled.
"Well I don't need that."
"Oh you don't?"
"Nope, because I have you." She pressed further into his chest, her head resting near his heart and she placed a kiss there.
"For the rest of our lives?" Oliver asked.
"If you'll have me?"
"Always, you do own my cold, steel heart after all," he whispered.
"You own mine too, but I think yours is warmer than you think."
"And so is yours," he replied without a beat passing.
He ever so softly swayed them as the night time started to overtake the sky. Their worlds and lives might have once been filled with darkness but it was their hearts that shined the brightest now. They might not exactly know what their futures hold, but they know for certain they have each other to face it all, together.
You're free Oliver - Вы свободны, Оливер
Because that's what my princess wanted - потому что это то, что моя принцесса хотела
