The Darkness: 3

Part 1

Italics- Lydia's voices/ visions

Oliver

Oliver had gotten out of Laurel's car to the bright afternoon in front of the police precinct.

"Why did you drag me here?" He asked, crossing his arms. "My dad has been promoted to captain," Laurel explained, smiling. "What does that have to do with me?" He asked, looking at Lance giving a speech. "The Arrow has been very helpful to the city and the mayor and I have spoken to carry out the vigilante law," Lance said, "Thank you." He stepped off the platform and walked with his cane, towards the two.

"I hope he heard it," Lance said. "I'm sure he did," Oliver smiled. "Captain Lance," someone called from behind. "Oh, got to go," Lance told them before leaving.

Oliver turned to Laurel and his smile faded. "What now?" Laurel asked. "It's been five months since everything happened..." he trailed off, waiting for her to figure it out so he wouldn't have to continue. "You want me to check up with Lydia," Laurel figured and he nodded. "Her relationship was real. She told me they were high school sweethearts and that Stiles had loved her since the third grade. I don't expect her to just brush it off as if nothing happened."

Oliver crossed his arms and stared at the ground. "I'll try," Laurel finally said pursing her lips.

Lydia

Lydia was laying lazily on her stomach with her legs in the air on the bed, watching the sunshine over the city and in her room. She played heartbreak music on her phone to fit the scene as she licked the strawberry ice cream on her spoon.

Even though she had problems in her own life, she advised her other patients. Lydia even tried to use their life experience and compare or reflect on her's.

Stiles left her. Now that she looked back to her memories of him telling her how much he loved her, none of it matter anymore. She spent five months trying to figure out what she had done but she didn't do anything.

Now it was time to move on. How the hell does Lydia move on? How do people move on from relationship to relationship, like it's nothing? It was a deep relationship between her and Stiles, what was she supposed to do now?

"Lydia!" She heard someone shout. She turned her head when the person came into her room. "I gave you the keys to my apartment for important things," she sighed. "This is important," Laurel said, sitting on her bed. She raspberried with her lips, blowing the strands out of her face when Laurel took her ice cream. "I invited you to my dad's ceremony and you didn't come." "I already sent my regards. At least I leave the house once in a while," she pointed out.

Laurel stood up and went over to her closet. "What are you doing?" Lydia asked. "Getting your clothes," she explained. "Just because I'm in a midlife crisis, that doesn't mean I can't get my clothes," Lydia exclaimed. "You're only 24, you still mess up," Laurel told her, laying out an outfit. "That's cute," she sighed, getting up, "What are we going to do?"

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Lydia was laying in a reclining chair with cucumbers on her eyes. "I was not expecting this," she told Laurel. "I know."

Lydia removed the fresh vegetable and set it down on the table as the worker messaged her feet. "Thank you," Lydia let out and Laurel opened her eyes. "I should've done the same with you about Tommy." "You gave me closure about it, that was something," she explained. "Would it be better if he was dead?" Laurel asked. Lydia had to think about it as she turned her head to look outside. "If he died... I wouldn't be able to stop screaming," she said truthfully.