Author's Note: Well, here it is, the final chapter. I would like to thank all of who who have reviewed and followed and favourited. I hope you've enjoyed it, and I look forward to what you all have in store for the next season.

He recalls distant times in his past where he applied the word "happy" to his life; happy with a new car, happy from an outrageous birthday party, or happy with three supermodels in his bed. He knows that at the time, all of those things either excited or thrilled him, pumped him full of eagerness and pleasure, but those were not lasting emotions. They were the emotions of a moment, of a thought only, and then they passed, leaving him searching for that next happy thing.

He knows now that's why he broke Laurel's heart.

He knows now that's why his own heart was cracked for so long.

On the island, happiness was found in the smallest of things, like a rodent for dinner or a dry place to rest his head. The island redefined his notion of what it was to be happy, but it still insisted that his happiness be found in the things around him; Arrows not cars, a single companion instead of parties, and simply a bed. They were things - and people - that he came to find enjoyment in, but never did he think of his happiness being tied to anything else but the other, the thing outside him.

His time in ARGUS did little to change this fact.

And then he was back in his home, where he thought he would find happiness, but only found misery and solitude. He couldn't explain his new life to another because they saw him as Ollie, the son, the friend, and the brother, but not Oliver. Not the man who had come back - that changed man - but the man from before, the man who found happiness in so many other things.

But when he least expected it, he found her.

Between the red pen and the babbling, the honesty and the adorable smile, he found himself entertaining the thought that maybe someone would understand. And she did, she understood him, accepted him, and asked very little about his life. For the first time in a very long time, he could breathe without thinking about his next words, he could smile and not need motive behind it. She brought warmth back to his cold nature, she brought light into his shadowed world, and soon she was always there, bright and stubborn and flawed and beautiful. She challenged him, pushed him, didn't back down, and he caught himself more and more wanting to see how much he could push back.

That's when he realized she didn't make him happy.

Her charm and kindness allowed him to be entirely himself, and that made him indescribably happy.

Of course, there were problems and rocky roads and a slight issue with him getting married to a woman not her, but in the end, he has come to the firm belief that she is not the person who makes him happy, but the person that helps him to be happy. He is himself, fully realized and complete when he is with her, and needs no masks or lies to enjoy her love.

They are two people, separate and strong, and that makes them whole.

He has never been happier.