Chapter Nine

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"You okay?" Laurel asks softly upon seeing Nyssa at her front door.

Nyssa takes a deep breath. "I am so confused with my feelings."

"Come in." Laurel said, opening the door.

The brunette slowly makes her way inside.

Laurel closed the door quietly behind her.

Walking over to the couch, Nyssa slowly sits down.

Laurel followed her and sat down.

"I'm so confused." Nyssa says softly.

"About what?" Laurel said.

"My feelings." The brunette responds.

"Which feelings?" Laurel asked.

"All of them." Nyssa mumbles.

Laurel sighed. "I'm not sure how to help."

The brunette looks down.

"Tell me how I can help you." Laurel said.

"I don't know." Nyssa responds.

Laurel sighed. "Would you like something to drink?"

Shrugging, Nyssa nods her head.

"What would you like?" Laurel asked.

"Water is fine with me." The brunette responds softly.

Laurel nodded. She got up and made her way into the kitchen.

Nyssa sighs and runs a hand through her hair.

Felicity came through the front door. She had been out at work.

The brunette runs a hand through her hair. "Hey."

"Hey." Felicity said, sliding off her jacket and hanging it up. She kicked off her shoes.

"Here." Laurel says, handing Nyssa a glass of water.

"Hi Nyssa." Felicity said.

"How was work?" Nyssa asks, taking the glass of water.

"It was okay." Felicity shrugged. "Tiring."

Nodding her head, Nyssa stares at the glass in her hands.

"How are you?" Felicity asked, sitting down.

"I'm good." Nyssa mumbles.

Felicity offered Nyssa a smile. "Good."

Nodding her head, Nyssa sighs. "What's up."

"What's up?" Felicity echoed.

The brunette frowns. "What?"

A confused look crossed Felicity's face.

Laurel looks between them and frowns. "What am I missing."

Felicity shrugged, the confused look still on her face.

Nyssa had gone back to staring at her water.

"I'm going to take a shower." Felicity said, getting up and moving to leave the room. 

Nodding, Laurel kisses her cheek.

Felicity smiled and walked away. 

Laurel turns her attention to Nyssa. "Talk to me."

Nyssa looked up. "What?"

"Talk to me." Laurel repeated.

"Why does Oliver love her more? Why does Sara love Ava? Why am I not enough?" Nyssa asks softly.

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