All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

26: The Time Has Come

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Gen sat quietly on the leather couch, the only sound heard was the crackling of fire. Her gaze seemed to be glued to her hands that rested in her lap. She could feel Oliver's presence next to her. No one dared to make a move.

Gen couldn't see it, but pure horror and guilt swirled in Oliver's light colored orbs. He couldn't seem to register what Gen just told him.

She's an assassin?

She's actually taken a human life before?

What happened to the carefree Genevieve who couldn't seem to shake the bright smile from her face? What happened to the girl he once loved? His brain couldn't stop spinning, thought after thought bouncing around in his head.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

Oliver dared to glance down at Gen and saw the stone expression etched on her face. He knew that look all to well, most of the time he wore that expression. Gen seemed to sense his gaze and looked up at him.

"You cannot tell a single soul what I just old you. Do you understand? For both our sake don't tell a soul Oliver. I mean it."

He studied her for a moment, sensing the seriousness of the situation. "I'm assuming Barry doesn't know anything about this."

Gen shook her head and stood up from the couch, "and it's going to stay that way. Out of everyone he cannot know." She turned to face Oliver, her words laced with fear, "I mean it Oliver. If he were to find out..." She felt her throat closing and a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Realization soon washed over him and he too stood up, facing Gen completely. "You love him don't you?"

Gen's shoulders tensed and she took a step back, "Oliver that's absurd." He shook his head and took a step closer to her, "Gen I know you, maybe not as well as I used to, but I know you. Being in love the way we were can't simply be washed away after a few years."

That's when Oliver turned away from Gen and made his way over to the table where two glasses filled with whiskey sat. He took one and looked out the large glass window and the landscape. Taking a sip, he glanced over his shoulder at her, "You have to tell him Genevieve. You've already lied to him about why you left Central City. "

Gen cringed at his words, them hitting her a bit hard. She slowly walked over and took the second glass from the table. Glancing over at her, Oliver watched her down the entire glass and hold it firmly in both hands. "Maybe you're right, but if I do tell him I'll lose him forever. He'll never be able to look past the fact that I'm an...an..."

"Assassin?" Oliver finished her sentence. She nodded and sighed deeply, "Yeah, an assassin."

Gen's words seemed to linger in the air, the thought in both their minds.

The outline of their bodies in the window could be seen from outside, the crackling fire shining bright. Down below among the tall bushes and colorful flowers, a lonesome face was shielded by the vast amount of shadows. The person's beady dark eyes studied the two in the window, their thin lips pulled into a gruesome smile.

"The time has come my dear. Time for you to come home."