She notices the way he looks at the camera. Like at any moment, Oliver expects people to bust in and arrest them for being together. Or that somewhere, someone was recording this and they’d get it sent to them in the mail one day with a letter demanding a million credits. She’s scared of those things too — but Felicity’s just never been as good as him at hiding how she feels in front of other people.
The only time they remotely needed her acting skills was when Oliver took her to his mansion and told her that Slade had taken ‘the wrong woman.’ Everything about that moment had felt so real, even if Felicity knew that it wasn’t, because by then she’d wanted to hear those words for so long that she didn’t even have to act. The shock on her face was real.
But she’s also processing what he’s telling her now. Nine months is a long time, she knows that. A lot has happened in the last nine months she does remember, Felicity knows that too. Oliver says he needs time. Okay, that’s reasonable.
But Oliver also says he wants to go back to that place where they were just friends.
It’s involuntary, the twisting type of pain that was in her chest right now. A part of her subconscious has already figured out that something terrible must have happened in those months she can’t remember, something that would change her mind about whether she wants to stay together. But the confusing part was that Oliver just told her that she does choose to stay with him. And if she chooses him once, why wouldn’t she choose him again?
But Felicity doesn’t push. She’s waited for him before. Last time, she’d decided that enough was enough. But this time things are different, at least that’s what she’s telling herself. Unlike before, Oliver wasn’t telling her that they could never be together and she wasn’t waiting for something that would never come.
He just needs time, she repeats to herself. All he’s asking for is time.
So she let’s go. Felicity takes a step back, her hands running down Oliver’s arms as she moves, her fingers lingering on his hands before she retracts herself completely away from him.
“I’ll wait.” She doesn’t really try to hide the painful expression on her face. “Because I love you, and because I know there’s a lot going on.” She swallows. “But Oliver. Just know that I can’t-“ She doesn’t even want to say it, but Felicity knows she has to. She has to say this right now otherwise she won’t forgive herself later.
“I can’t … wait forever. I can’t go back to feeling that way about us. Like … we love each other but we’ll never be together.”
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The only time they remotely needed her acting skills was when Oliver took her to his mansion and told her that Slade had taken ‘the wrong woman.’ Everything about that moment had felt so real, even if Felicity knew that it wasn’t, because by then she’d wanted to hear those words for so long that she didn’t even have to act. The shock on her face was real.
But she’s also processing what he’s telling her now. Nine months is a long time, she knows that. A lot has happened in the last nine months she does remember, Felicity knows that too. Oliver says he needs time. Okay, that’s reasonable.
But Oliver also says he wants to go back to that place where they were just friends.
It’s involuntary, the twisting type of pain that was in her chest right now. A part of her subconscious has already figured out that something terrible must have happened in those months she can’t remember, something that would change her mind about whether she wants to stay together. But the confusing part was that Oliver just told her that she does choose to stay with him. And if she chooses him once, why wouldn’t she choose him again?
But Felicity doesn’t push. She’s waited for him before. Last time, she’d decided that enough was enough. But this time things are different, at least that’s what she’s telling herself. Unlike before, Oliver wasn’t telling her that they could never be together and she wasn’t waiting for something that would never come.
He just needs time, she repeats to herself. All he’s asking for is time.
So she let’s go. Felicity takes a step back, her hands running down Oliver’s arms as she moves, her fingers lingering on his hands before she retracts herself completely away from him.
“I’ll wait.” She doesn’t really try to hide the painful expression on her face. “Because I love you, and because I know there’s a lot going on.” She swallows. “But Oliver. Just know that I can’t-“ She doesn’t even want to say it, but Felicity knows she has to. She has to say this right now otherwise she won’t forgive herself later.
“I can’t … wait forever. I can’t go back to feeling that way about us. Like … we love each other but we’ll never be together.”