Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Two]

Amelia stared at Felicity, trying to thing of something to say. Anything to say. And then it all came flooding out. All the anger, the pain, the anguish. All of it.

"Why, does everybody keep saying that?" She asked, her voice dangerously low. Felicity knew that when her sister went quiet, it meant only one thing. She was absolutely livid.

"Mia -" she said, approaching her twin as if she were a bomb that was waiting to go off.

Amelia supposed she was, and she was about to explode.

"He's dead!" She screamed, not caring if the neighbours heard. "He's dead. I know he is. I went to his funeral, where they buried an empty casket because there was no body to recover. I know because I read the eulogy and broke down in the middle of it. I know, because I didn't leave his gravestone for two days until you and Thea physically dragged me away. I know, because I've spent the last five years, trying to forget about him. I know, because I was in love with him and he was ripped away from me." Her voice got louder and louder, until Amelia was screaming at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face.

She crumbled, falling to the ground in a heap. All the emotions that she had buried within her, what she constantly pushed away, until she felt empty, they all hit her at once. All of them. Felicity knelt beside her twin, cradling her like a baby.

"I know sweetie. But he's alive. I know it's hard to believe but he really is." She said softly.

And the two of them sat like that all night. Neither of us speaking, the only sound being the red heads mangled and heartbroken sobs.

"Dead people don't come back to life Felicity."

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Amelia walked into work the next day with a massive headache. People stared at her as she walked to her desk. Every single one of them wore a sympathetic expression, and it made her sick. Amelia was determined not to have another breakdown like last night, so she ignored each and every one of them.

"Good morning, Laurel." Amelia said, faking a smile.

Laurel was surprised, but believed her. Over the last five years Amelia had gotten very good at lying and pretending. Maybe a little too good.

"Morning Mia." She replied, smiling back at her friend.

Amelia sat at her desk and began to flick through the files on Adam Hunt, even though she knew them from cover to cover.

"Billionaire, Oliver Queen, son of Robert Queen, has been declared alive after being stranded on an island for five years after their boat sank."

The voice of the news reporter reached Amelia's ears. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before following the sound of the television. Most of her colleagues were crowded around the table that was situated in front of the TV, each of them drinking up the information being given. Amelia glanced at the television and saw Oliver. He walking into his home, looking a lot different than when she had last seen him. But she supposed five years could change a person a lot. Amelia should know.

No longer being able to listen to the constant babbling of the news reporter and deal with seeing Oliver, Amelia snatched the remote and switched the television off. Everyone's head swivelled towards her.