Sanctuary Secrets Sacrifice

Reality VS Fantasy

"We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay."

-Lynda Barry

Fantasy is defined as "the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable." A lot of people fall victim to fantasy, confusing it with reality which can sometimes be easy to do.

In a quiet neighborhood, in a beautiful house lived two former heroes who gave up the life that seemed to bring just as much pain as happiness. They realized that a life of crime fighting was probably no place for a child, that neither really expected to somehow take over their lives in such little time. They were now just regular people, and they were actually liking it.

Oliver was running. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and Oliver couldn't waste the chance for a nice run around the neighborhood. He smiled, and waved at his neighbors as he passed them. Surprisingly everyone they'd met were really nice, which made settling in and making friends really easy. After a couple of blocks, Oliver finally returned home, heading straight for the kitchen to grab some water. What he didn't expect was there to be someone who didn't live there to already be nosing around the refrigerator.

"You're not my girlfriend." Oliver said and the curly haired woman nearly jumped out of her skin before turning to the man.

"No, I'm not." the woman sighed before closing the fridge and turning to the man. "Your girlfriend is in the exact same spot, looking at the exact same unmoving walls. And I got hungry, but you two need food." the woman looked over to the clock and sighed. "I have a lecture I should be heading over to." she turned back to Oliver. "Tell your baby mama to make up her mind already." the woman laughed as she walked over, grabbing her bag before heading for the door.

"Nice to see you too Debra." Oliver said with a wave as the woman left. He walked over to the fridge, noticing that she was right and that they did need to head to the market. He grabbed a bottle of water before heading upstairs and going to the room he knows he'll find the woman. The moment he peeks inside, he can't even stop the smile on his lips at the sight of the woman sitting on the floor in her paint stained overalls. Her eyes are looking between the walls, all with a couple of streaks of yellow paint.

"Debra is gone." Oliver spoke from the hallway. "I guess she didn't think helping you paint in here would be a week long job."

"I just want to choose the right color." Katie said.

"They're all yellow." Oliver stated, and Katie turned a glare to the man. "I'm sure whatever color you paint the room, our daughter will love it." Katie simply shook her head before turning back around to the walls. "Twinkie, we can't start moving the furniture in until it's painted. We have to pick a color."

"Fine!" the said glancing around at the walls. She tilted her head slightly before giving a nod. "Lemon twist. That's the color."

"Great, I will call the hardware store and see if they have any in stock, and hopefully I can pick it up tomorrow morning." Oliver gave a smile about to turn, but stopped. "Why aren't you leaving?"

"I like to sit in here." Katie replied not glancing over to the man. He tilted his head, before chuckling as he walked over.

"Why do I get the feeling you've been sitting here for so long because you can't get up without help." he stood above her and she glared up to the man.

"I will never admit that Mr. Queen." the woman replied taking the man's extended hands, and letting him help her to her feet. "How was your run?"

"Great." the man replied placing a kiss to the woman's lips. "I'm getting used to running without chasing someone."