She is still staring at the screen when she hears her door bell ring. All types of emotions she knows that shouldn't be around each other go around in cycles in her body. Anger. Disappointment. Jealousy. Heartbreak. They are the few to start with. She doesn't understand it. Even after a year, seeing him again made her feel like maybe she was different, maybe he genuinely felt something for her, but the proof is before her eyes, for all the internet to see. She is still a nobody, has always been a nobody. He dates super models and other beautiful actresses and she was just a hookup for him, someone to pass time with while he was in the city.

She gets on her feet, feeling dizzy, then makes it to the door and opens it. He is standing there before her, in his casual clothes, holding a large gift box in his hands, a smile on his face. She feels like slamming the door on his face, and almost does, but he puts his foot on the side of the door.

"Hi." he says, almost sounding out of breath. "You disappeared."

She just looks at him and nods. "Yeah, I had to leave."

"I called your number but somebody else answered. I guess you changed your number. I thought you might have moved, too, but then I asked my assistant to look you up. I'm sorry if that sounds too stalker-ish." he rambles. "Sorry. Hi. How have you been?"

She takes a deep breath, tries to focus on positive things instead of just getting ready to shout at him. It doesn't stop her lips from trembling. "I'm good." she answers. "Pretty much the same. Same apartment. New job and phone number."

"Oh, yeah, John told me you no longer worked at the store." Oliver responds. "I dropped by there before." he adds quickly. "Congratulations. I knew you were too good for that place."

"Thanks." she mutters. "You've been doing a lot of stuff yourself. Man of the year. Golden Globe nomination."

He gives her a shy look. "It's nothing, really. It's all non-sense. I didn't know how much non-sense it was, but it's just it basically." He sounds so honest, just the way he always seemed to be with her, and she feels conflicted. He clears his throat. "Yesterday was our last day of filming. I'm leaving." he comments, looking down at his shoes. He starts rubbing his thumb against his index finger. "I brought this for you." He hands her the box.

She takes the box which is heavier than she expected, then looks at him and the box. She puts it to the small table she has on her left where she usually puts her keys. "You didn't have to." she comments. Even when he breaks her heart time after time, he still somehow manages to bring a smile on her face.

"Don't open it just now." he stops her. "I'd be embarrassed."

"I don't know what it is for, but thanks anyways." she remarks.

"No problem. I've had it for a while, but then after everything that happened, I didn't think it was right for me to barge back into your life. Again." He shifts on his feet. "Then you came today and I… I just thought I should bring it at least so that you'd have it."

She puts her hand on the door knob and starts playing with it, unsure of what else to do. She is still angry, still heartbroken, but he sounds so nervous, so not very confident with himself that she accepts the fact that she just needs to hear what he is going to say before she says something herself.

"The thing is…" he starts and at that moment her cell phone starts ringing from inside the townhouse. "Your phone." he notes.

"Don't worry about it." she waves her hand. "What is the thing?"

"I have to go away tomorrow, but I wondered if I didn't." he admits. "Maybe you'd let me see you a little? Or a lot, maybe? To see if you could like me, again."

Her heart starts beating faster in her chest, she is sure her hands are clammy with sweat. She struggles to keep her posture. She tries to calm her frantic heart. She takes another deep breath. "I just read your Reddit. Someone asked you about me and you said I was just someone from the past."

He laughs nervously. "You expect me to tell the truth on the internet? On Reddit, out of all the places?" he says, and her phone starts ringing again.

"Perfect timing." she mutters under her breath then excuses herself and rushes inside to turn the phone off. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine." he replies. "There is always a pause when the jury goes out to consider their verdict." he smiles.

She thinks about her past year, about how much she hurt. She remembers the mental speeches she was preparing and decides to go with the plan. "Oliver…" she starts, looking at him. "I'm a really smart girl who sometimes does stupid things and says the wrong things. I'm actually a certified genius, I just don't show it off that often. I'd never put my heart before my head before because I didn't get much action in that area. I mean, in heart matters." she rambles, then pauses. "Can I just say no to your kind request?"

She thinks Oliver looks devastated , but he puts on a brave face. "Yes." he nods with a smile. "Of course."

"My inexperienced heart can't recover if I'm cast aside, again. I mean, there isn't a guarantee, I don't expect you to, but it might happen." she comments, looking at his face. "I got a taste of what it is to be famous even if I didn't want it, and I don't think I can go through it again." she admits. "There are too many fans of you, too many pictures of you. I live in Starling City, you live in LA. Everyone knows your name, my mom hasn't uttered mine in years, my goddaughter can't pronounce it." she lets out, knowing she is doing the right thing.

"Good decision." he responds, looking away at first, then focuses on her. "People when they meet me just ask for an autograph or a selfie." he starts, his voice sounding calm and controlled. "When we met, you didn't care about who I was and you were flustered and started talking about your vibrator. You saw me as a real person, it meant a lot to me. I just wanted you to know that."

She nods, a half-smile on her face. "Thanks." she replies shyly.

"The fame thing isn't real, you know. The magazine covers, the movies, they don't mean a thing." he shakes his head. "Don't forget, I'm just a guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him." His voice is shaky, his eyes look wet and Felicity just stares at him, not knowing how to react. He takes a hesitant step and leaves a quick peck on her cheek, then points toward the gift she put aside and leaves.

She doesn't watch him go. She closes the door slowly. She takes a step back, almost stumbles, then looks at the box. The green bow on top of it looks delicate, but she rips it and opens the box and finds herself staring at a brand new XK-16 processor, the upgraded version of the XK-15 processor she is obsessed with, something that isn't supposed to be out for another year. Not knowing what to do, she grabs her phone, sits on the floor and turns the phone back on to call Diggle.

Half an hour later, she finds herself sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Diggle household, waiting on reactions from the couple.

"Good decision." John says. "I offered him coffee when he came to the store and he refused. You can't trust people who doesn't drink coffee."

Baby Sara looks at them with her dark brown eyes and gives smiles.

"Never trust a white boy with that much muscle." Lyla offers, a smirk on her face.

She laughs. "So I made the right decision." she says, placing her hands on her thighs, but doesn't get the respond she expects, not immediately.

"That is the XK-15 processor, the one you are obsessed with right?" Lyla asks, pointing at the box at her feet.

"This is the XK-16. 15 is coming out next month, this one isn't coming out for another year." she answers. "I don't know how he got his hands on it."

Diggle starts nodding, gives her a warm smile in that brotherly way he does, then looks over to his wife. He then grabs her daughter on the floor and hugs her to his chest. The room goes silent.

"I know he is an actor and all and he gets paid to emote things on cue, but the way he said it was really cute." she starts. "He said he was just guy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him." The second the words come out loud from her mouth, everything crashes down and she realizes her mistake. "I made the wrong choice, didn't I?" she asks and sees the couple and even baby Sara nod. "Diggle, how fast is your car?" she pleads.

She drives out in a haze and she is sure she breaks a couple of traffic rules, but she doesn't care and just heads in the direction of to Starling Royale where she knows he is staying at, ignoring Diggle's directions. In the meantime, Lyla is on her smart phome and figures out via Twitter that Oliver is currently holding a press conference, his last in the city at the hotel.

She jumps out of the car even before finding a parking spot and lets Diggle handle it while Lyla follows, holding baby Sara. She runs to the reception.

"Excuse me, where is the press conference being held at?" she asks to the receptionist, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you a certified member of the press?" the guy asks, sounding degrading.

"Oh, yes." she answers and hold outs her phone, her twitter account on the screen.

"Ma'am, that's your twitter account. bitchwithwifi." he responds. "I'm afraid we can't let you in."

She then hears a voice she hasn't heard in a year. "She's with me." She turns around to see Barry Allen standing next to her. "I'm working for Starling City Herald." He shows off his credentials, which she knows are fake, but she ignores the fact.

"Right." The receptionist nods. "The conference is at the Green room, down the hall, on your left."

She is still surprised to see Barry, and she never thought she would actually be happy to see him again but she is. She is in a rush so she gives him an awkward hug and runs to the direction of the room. She hears noises before she goes in, and then steps inside to what she can describe as a circus. There are screens and cameras, there is a head table, she can see Oliver sitting in the middle with his manager Slade Wilson on his right. Dozens of men and women are standing, shouting questions at him, flashes keep lighting up the room.

"Does this mean that Mr. Queen won't be publicizing his Errol Flynn biopic?" she hears a question as she walks inside, trying not to disturb anyone and bring attention to herself.

"No, absolutely not. He'll be abiding by all his present commitments, he just won't be making another movie next year." Slade Wilson responds, looking at Oliver. She is confused as she realizes that Oliver just announced a temporary retirement while she was trying to locate the room.

She goes through the herd of reporters standing, a constant motion in the room, and finds an empty standing space where she can have a clear look at Oliver. The rooms goes loud again as several reporters shout out to get noticed, then Slade Wilson points at a guy in a green suit and he asks a question.

"I'm from Vertigo Magazine. Mr. Queen, how much longer are you staying in Starling City?"

"I'm leaving tonight." Oliver replies to the microphone, his voice stern.

"Which is why we have to round things up now." Slade adds. "Final questions, please."

A woman from the front row asks a question. "Is your decision to take a year off has anything to do with the announcement that your alleged love child isn't actually yours?"

"Absolutely not." Oliver responds. "As I explained last year, those were false rumors. I know how much you all want rumors to become true, so I'm sorry to disappoint."

Laughter erupts in the room, followed by silence. A guy to her left takes his turn to ask. "Last time you were in Starling City, there were some quite graphic photos of you with a local girl. Any updates on that?"

She looks at Oliver, desperate to hear his answer. "She was just a friend." he answers. "We're still friends, I think."

She won't, for the life of her, know what prompts her, but the next second, she lifts her hand up and meets Slade Wilson's eyes.

"Yes, miss in the green shirt." Slade Wilson points at her.

Her eyes grow large, she looks around, and sees that he is actually pointing at her to prompt her to ask her question, and everyone but Oliver is looking at her.

She clears her throat as a microphone is passed to her hands. "Is this thing on?" she mutters, then hears her voice echo through the room. Oliver turns to look at her. "Oliver." she breathes out. "Are there any circumstances in which the two of you might be…" she pauses "might be just more than friends?" Her voice hikes up at the last word.

Their eyes meet. "I hoped there would be, but no." Oliver's answer is firm.

"But what would you say if-"she starts, but Slade interrupts her.

"It's alright, let her speak." Oliver tells him. "What you were saying?"

"I was wondering if this girl turned out…"

"Felicity." Someone in the room shouts out. "Felicity Smoak."

She blushes upon hearing her voice. "I was wondering if Felicity realized that despite being a certified genius, she was actually being an idiot by not following her heart and actually asked you to reconsider, would you reconsider her?"

There is chatter around the room, but she ignores it all and just focuses on Oliver and his reaction. Then everything goes silent as all wait for his response.

"Yes, I would." he just smiles.

She smiles, too. "That's very fortunate to hear. The readers of Wired magazine will be wired to hear that."

She decides to walk over to him, but before she can, she sees Oliver lean over and tell Slade something, who in return starts talking. "Vertigo Magazine, could you ask your question again?"

"Mr. Queen, how much longer are you staying in Starling City?"

Oliver looks at her, a huge grin on his face, and leans towards the microphone. "Forever."

THE END

A/N: So, this is it. Thank you all so much for reading, you guys are the best! Hope you all enjoyed this sappy little thing.