Arrow Imagines

Falling - 2 ~ Oliver Queen

y'all definitely requested this like 4 years ago but here you goooo... teehee

requested by: @flowy_ferret  @ellabella634 @haleyy- @hb0998929 @diemuck 

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You don't remember the drive back home. The city blurred past in streaks of color and light as tears obscured your vision. Every red light felt like an eternity, every green light like a small reprieve from the pain suffocating your chest.

Felicity. Of all people, it had to be her.

The one person you used to worry about, the one you constantly told yourself was just a friend. You'd always been insecure about the way Oliver's eyes softened when he talked about her, the way his voice lilted just slightly when he said her name. But he'd chosen you—or so you thought.

And now?

He's chosen her.

When you finally stumble back into your apartment, the weight of the past few hours crushes you. You close the door behind you, sliding down it until you're sitting on the cold, hardwood floor. Your chest heaves as you try to calm your sobs, but it's useless.

He doesn't need you anymore.

The next morning, the sunlight burns your eyes as you stir awake. At some point, you must have moved from the door to the couch, though you don't remember how or when. Your head throbs with the remnants of last night's heartbreak, and your body feels like lead.

Your phone buzzes from the coffee table. Instinctively, you grab it, only to find a single text.

Felicity.

Your stomach twists as you open the message.

"We need to talk. Meet me at Jitters, 10 AM."

You glance at the clock: 9:22.

For a moment, you consider ignoring her. What could she possibly have to say that would make this any better? But a part of you—the part still clinging to any shred of closure—decides to go.

When you arrive at Jitters, you spot her instantly. Felicity is sitting in the corner, nursing a half-empty cup of coffee. She looks... guilty. Uncomfortable. She shifts in her seat as you approach, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Hey," she starts, her voice soft.

"Just say what you need to say," you reply, your tone sharper than you intended.

She flinches slightly but nods.

"I didn't know you'd be there last night," she says quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "If I had, I... I wouldn't have—" She cuts herself off, looking down at her coffee.

You cross your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to lash out. "Why does it matter? It's not like I interrupted something innocent."

"It's not what you think," she insists, her eyes meeting yours.

You let out a bitter laugh. "Oh? Then please enlighten me, Felicity. Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were perfectly content in his arms."

Felicity hesitates, her fingers nervously tapping against the side of her cup. "We didn't... I mean, we haven't been together. Not since you. Last night just... happened."

Her words do nothing to soothe you. If anything, they make it worse.

"So, what? You're his rebound?" you snap, unable to stop the venom in your voice.

Felicity doesn't respond right away. Instead, she sighs deeply, as if grappling with her own emotions. "I didn't come here to fight, Y/N. I came because I needed to tell you that he's still in love with you."