Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[eight]

Dear Ollie,
I read somewhere that writing down your feeling helps. I don't really understand how, because really it's just your thoughts in physical form, but I thought I'd try it anyway. But here's the thing. There's one thing that I've always wanted to say to you. It would eat me up inside, until I felt like screaming it from the rooftops.

But I never did.

And even now, I can't even write it, nevermind say it. Even though I know that you'll never see it ... because you're dead.

I haven't come to terms with that, and honestly I don't think I ever will. You know me, I'm not good a dealing with my feelings even at the best of times. I push it down and down, until it disappears completely.

I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this, but maybe what I wanted to say was that I'm sorry. Sorry, that I blew the trip off, that I didn't stop you from going.

I'm sorry Ollie. I miss you.

- Mia xx

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Amelia sighed as she looked up from her chipped black nail polish, to find Thea in yet another dress.

Just as Amelia had suspected, Thea remembered nothing from the night of the party. And she certainly didn't remember spilling some of Amelia's deepest and darkest secrets to her brother.

Some of them.

So Thea had dragged Amelia over to the Queen mansion, with the promise of lunch.

How could Amelia refuse?

Thea walked out, modelling yet another dress. This one was pale blue, with a sweetheart neckline. She did a twirl and offered Amelia a smile.

"Well?" She questioned.

Amelia shrugged. "It's beautiful. Just like the other twenty dresses that you've tried on."

"Okay, first of all. It wasn't twenty." Thea retorted.

"It wasn't far off." Amelia mumbled.

"Mia." Thea whined.

"Thea, what are these dresses even for?"

Thea shurgged and picked up another dress, inspecting it. "No reason. I just want to have a nice dress for whenever I go out."

"Are you serious?" Amelia exclaimed.

"Obviously." Thea scoffed.

Amelia pouted, and shot Thea a pleading look. Thea groaned and threw the dress in the bed. She grabbed Amelia's hand and heaved her off the bed.

"Lunch." Thea said simply.

"Wait, wait. Is Oliver here?" Amelia asked, nervously.

Thea stopped mid step and swung her head in Amelia's direction. She arched her eyebrows and pursed her lips.

"Why?"

Because I really don't want to talk to him right now, because you decided to nearly blurt out that I am completely and utterly in love with him. That's why.

Of course, Amelia could say none of this for several reasons. One, Thea remembered none of it. Two, Amelia didn't want to remind Thea about the fact that she was in love with Oliver. Three, Oliver seemed to pop up everywhere, and the last thing she needed was for him to hear words that weren't for his ears.

Amelia swallowed and took a deep breath. She smiled at Thea and shook her head. "No reason." She lied.

Thea looked suspicious of Amelia for a few moments, before shrugging and running downstairs ahead of her.