Felicity,
I’m aching for you right now.
The reel has stopped playing. But my mind still isn’t at peace. It’s rummaging around for any piece of you it can scavenge. Is this death? I always thought darkness was something to fear, so I wielded myself with tongs to overcome this aversion. What I realize now is that darkness is only a curtain which averts us from what we should really fear. Loneliness.
White is the colour of loneliness.
And Felicity, I am surrounded by white. That’s the only way to describe it; unavoidable and inescapable white. I realize now that my fear is a place devoid of you. I am soaked in frost. Every bone in my body is screaming. And you’re nowhere to be seen.
I guess what I’m trying to say to you is that:
Felicity, every part of me is yearning for you.
It is agonizingly missing you.
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For Felicity(the Thoughts of Oliver Queen)
RandomFor Felicity acts like a corresponding book to OlicityForLife's wonderful book "Letters to Oliver Queen." The thoughts begin when Oliver leaves for the climb. This book has the thoughts of Oliver that he would otherwise like to communicate to Felic...
