Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Nineteen]

A/N
I advise for you to listen to Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots while reading this :)

Dear Ollie,
You have no idea how many times I've wanted to tell you. How many times I have been so close to telling you. But in the end I realised that the hard part wouldn't have been telling you. It would've been your reaction. The words that would've fell from your mouth in the moments after would burn like acid. It's funny, how three words can change everything, but it can also ruin everything. And I've realised too late that I should've just taken that risk, no matter the consequences. So although you'll never know, and you'll never read this...

I love you Oliver Queen.

- Mia xx

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Oliver stood in silence, trying to think of something to say, anything to say. He couldn't believe that the woman opposite him was Amelia Smoak, his childhood best friend. The Shadow was known for her killings, she was ruthless and violent. Oliver had seen the shadow fight first hand, and it sent shivers down his spine. So how could they be the same person?

Sure, the woman that stood, dressed in the shadow disguise looked like Amelia. She had the same rosy red lips, and luscious red locks. She spoke the same, walked the same, but surely they could not be the same person.

"M-Mia?" He stuttered, his eyes wide. "You're the shadow?"

Amelia smile had fallen from her face, and it was now void of emotion. "Yes." She replied softly.

"How?"

"How what?" Amelia asked.

"How could you do that? How could you be that person Amelia? You've killed people." Oliver said, his voice gradually getting louder.

Amelia swallowed, the guilt weighing down upon her once more. "Do you think I don't know that Oliver? I wake up, gasping for air, the actions that I have committed running through my head. I can't sleep, I barley eat. But I have no choice Oliver. If I don't help this city it will crumble in against itself. I am a monster Oliver, don't you for a second think that I don't know that,

So don't you dare think that I have no remorse, that I feel nothing. Because I feel everything. To the point where I wish I could just turn it all off. But I can't, so I have to live with all my guilt, I have to deal with the nightmares that plague my mind each night. I have to deal with it all Oliver, so others don't. I feel like I'm suffocating, I'm drowning and I can't escape." She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Oliver stood silent throughout her outburst, listening to each word. He watched as her expression morphed into one of utter despair and sorrow. He heard her voice break and watched silently as the first tears trickled down her face like the first raindrop of a flood.

When Amelia began to speak, it was as if she couldn't stop. The words just poured out of her mouth like a river, each word having more force behind it. Each of her words brought back the horrendous memories once more. The memories that she had put in a box and locked at the back of her mind marked 'fatal'. And yet with just one sentence, Oliver managed to open that box like Pandora had, and all her secrets came tumbling out.

"And you Oliver, can not say anything at this point. For you are nothing but a hypocrite. I've killed people. I've lied. But so have you. I know that you're the vigilante Oliver."

Oliver inhaled sharply, but still did not respond.

"Did you seriously think that I wouldn't find out? I've known you since I was thirteen. Of course I was going to notice the similarities, how the two of you were never around at the same time. How you both have the same build, the same movements. I know you better than you know yourself Oliver."