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[text; Felicity] I know what happened to Oliver. I know why he's gone missing. I just found out. It's all my fault, Oliver was trying to protect me. Since we haven't heard from him in so long, that can only mean one thing. He's dead. There's no other outcome. I'm so sorry Felicity. 

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"Felicity! What are you doing here?" 

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"I don't know what to tell you..."

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❝Wait, what?❞ Caitlin said, looking up when she heard her name.

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A/N This is a new account.

Hello all welcome to my role play indie account for Felicity Smoak. I welcome all story lines for the most part, if I have a dislike for something I will make up a rules page as I go. Please do send me a starter or ask me for a starter. I am new to tumblr rp, so if you have any tips for me. Please share! I hope you enjoy the page as it grows.

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With Shortness of Breath

|Flash Back|

  Felicity wasn't sure how much time had passed as she sat on the cement floor leaning against the bar of the small cot bed that She had purchased Oliver so many months ago. She just stood staring blankly at the emerald suit hanging in the glass case, her heart clenched and Twisted in grief.

  Malcolm had visited her, not to long ago. Telling her things her heart and mind just couldn't accept.

She won't. Never. She just couldn't.

She was numb to the realization of tears sweeping down her bear cheeks and her body shaking with so many emotions She might explode. She wanted nothing more then to hide into herself, to not be able to feel.

  Not be able to feel him… Again.

  She quickly shut that thought process down before it could continue its assault on her heart. She still stared at his suit, as memories of him honoring It. Defending his city as a dark guardian angel peering down on the rooftops ready to strike down the unjust.

  Memory after memory passes through her mind; her eyes water up blurring her vision. She starts to feel herself begin to hyperventilate reaching behind her head she attempts to grip on to anything she could so she wouldn’t float away, as she forces air into her lungs she grips his bed sheets then turns to stand on shaky legs. Felicity takes the few steps to the metal table of the workstation; out of blinding rage she picks up the miniature microscope throwing it across the room letting out a banshee like scream as shattered glass could be heard through out the room.

  She snaps her head in the direction of the Commotion her heart dropping in the pit of her stomach as everything twist in knots.

  "No..."

  She comes face to face of the broken display Case as the mannequin is tipped off alignment. She takes large steps to close the distance.

  "No… No. No. No. No."

  Unsure what to touch first She unzips the jacket, feeling as if she’d burned herself knowing what she's done.

  He'd never forgive her. But… He would never know.

  Tears fall in large droplets as she slips it off the display. Shaking the glass from the jacket she pulled it in close to her small form, she hid her face into the hood as her body collapse on her knees to the glass covered floor then her legs gave up and she sat there.

  Broken.

    She woke up hours later lying on the cold cement floor wrapped in Emerald leather, she brought it closer to her to just breathe him in.

  All she would ever think of is Oliver. With all the possible parallel dimensions there could be, the many universes. She just couldn't accept living in any of them if he wasn't there.

  She loved him with very fiber of her soul; she won't accept it.

  Won't.

  She held on to what he always told her.

  ‘I’ll come back’

  As if she could hear his voice it echoes in her mind.