Steady rain hit off the clustered black umbrellas in the cemetery. Dirt was thrown into the grave, one person after another. Red roses were laid onto the fresh grave. Tears were shed and quiet sobs echoed through the rain. People finished their goodbyes and silently paraded into black cars that awaited them. Everyone had gone, except Oliver.

He stood staring at the gravestone in disbelief. How could he have let this happen? He was able to save countless people in his city, strangers. But he wasn't able to save his own fiancée.

"Felicity," He quietly choked on a sob. He said her name like a prayer.

He had been too late. He couldn't breathe life back into her. He couldn't get her big heart to start beating again. He almost killed himself trying. Thea and Dig had to pull him off of her. After he collapsed and awoke in the hospital, he was hit by the horrifying truth all over again. He was hysterical. Despite his sister's efforts to comfort him, she didn't understand that the moment Felicity died, he also died. Everything else that occurred after was just a blur. Funeral plans, condolences, the eulogies: everything past by him like a dream, until this moment, when he could be alone with her.

"I'm so sorry." They were the only words he could find.

He stood in the rain, not able to think of what could possibly come next. Every single future that he had thought of or planned included Felicity. There was no future without her.

Suddenly, he felt a presence beside him. He looked over, but found no one there. Then he felt as if someone was holding his hand. She was here with him. He couldn't explain how, but he felt her surrounding him.

"We weren't supposed to say goodbye." He spoke into the air.

There was only silence.

In the distance, a small girl appeared. She smiled and waved at Oliver. He was very confused—why was there a child alone in a cemetery on such a rainy day? He hesitantly waved at the girl and she skipped closer to him. As she approached, Oliver's breath was taken away by her appearance. She had golden brown hair and the greenest eyes with just a hint of blue in them. Felicity's eyes. She took a step closer and gave Oliver the most empathetic look.

"Are you okay? You have sad face."

Oliver stood silent. There was something so strangely familiar about this girl: the way she looked at him, the way she cared for his well-being. Finally he gave her a small watery smile and replied,

"I lost someone very dear to me. She was my best friend."

The little girl came to stand beside him in front of the gravestone. "Fe-li-city. That's a very pretty name."

A smile grew on his face, "The prettiest."

He was surprised when she took his hand into her tiny one. "I'm sorry you lost her. But she'll never really be gone. She's just in the clouds now, looking down on you."

A tear fell from Oliver's eye. He got down on one knee to be at the girl's level.

"You're right, thank you for reminding me." She gave him a wide smile. "Where is your family? Are you lost?"

The girl gave him an odd look of confusion. "I'm not lost at all. I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

It was Oliver's turn to be confused. This girl had showed up right when he doubted any possible future that he might have without the woman he loved. Everything about her reminded him of Felicity.

"She would want you to wake up," the girl softly said.

Oliver shook his head. "I'm not sure I understand, Sweetie. I am awake."

"No. You have to wake up, please. Wake up for me." She enveloped his neck with her small arms. Her scent was that of vanilla and fresh violet—Felicity's perfume. "Please, just wake up. We need you."

Oliver jumped up in the hospital bed, "Felicity!"

He felt a hand tighten in his while another cupped his left cheek. He turned to see the most beautiful sight in the world—Felicity.

"Hey! Oliver, hey, shhh it's okay. I'm right here," She reassured.

He sat up further in the bed, despite the twinge of pain in his chest. His hands cupped her face while his eyes searched her body—taking in her presence, including her injuries.

"You're here. You're really here. I thought…I thought I lost you," His voice was pained.

She smiled and covered his hands with her own. "You and me both. I was so terrified that you would never wake up and show me those memorizing blue eyes again."

He finally let himself smile, until he realized she was in a wheelchair due to her bandaged leg.

"Felicity, why aren't you laying down? You nearly died and should be resting. The doctors let you leave your room?" He was in full protective mode.

"Well, they didn't exactly 'let' me do anything. Dig helped me come see you."

Oliver gave her a pointed look. "As much as I love you for being rebellious in order to sit by my bedside, I would love it even more if you were healed, and healing means rest."

Felicity rolled her eyes, "Only awake for two minutes and you're already giving me orders."

"If it means keeping you alive and well, then yes always," He cupped her chin with his hand. "You scared the hell out of me. I can't ever lose you, Felicity."

She gave him a comforting smile. "You won't. I promise I will always fight to come back to you." Felicity then wiggled her ring finger in the air. "Besides, I think this sparkly thing means you're stuck with me. Forever."

Oliver chuckled, "Forever. Now we just need to lay low until we actually make it down the aisle."

They laughed in unison and kissed. However, Felicity winced and leaned over a bit in her chair. Oliver immediately noticed and braced her with his hands.

"Okay you little escapee, how about we get you back to your bed?" He slowly climbed out of the bed, debating if he was strong enough to take her there himself. He seemed steady enough on his feet and slowly wheeled her down the hall. They ran into Dig, Thea, and Donna on the way. All of their excitement to see the two of them both awake and together did little to hide them from the doctors. After being scolded like children to try and follow doctor's orders, as it was in their best interest, they were finally left alone in Felicity's room. Luckily, no damage was caused by her adventure.

Once Oliver settled himself comfortably into a chair beside Felicity's bed, he looked over to see her staring at the wall behind him—lost in her own thoughts. He ran his finger down her arm.

"Hey, where'd you go?"

Her eyes trailed to meet his. Her voice trembled, "I've been awake for almost an entire day and I haven't even asked about him."

"About who?" Oliver confusedly asked.

"My father."

Oliver looked down. The image of her deceased father was seared into his memory. She grabbed his hand.

"Is he dead? Did you see him?" She whispered.

Oliver simply nodded. "I'm sorry."

Felicity scoffed, "I mean there's no need to apologize; he did it to himself. He tried to take me with him—his own daughter. It's not like he even comes close to winning 'father of the year' award or even being capable of love—"

"Hey," Oliver stopped her rant, "I understand your anger, but it's okay to be sad, Felicity. No matter the kind of man he was, he was still your father. You wouldn't be you if you didn't try and see the good in him."

She wiped away a tear that had escaped.

"It's just…ever since he left me, I always thought that he would come back someday, and he would do all the things a father does for his daughter—including walk her down the aisle and share a dance at the wedding reception." She shook her head, "It's stupid."

"Felicity, it is anything but stupid. Everyone imagines their family being there for the most important moments in life." Oliver paused to think of all the loved ones that wouldn't be able to stand by him while he married this beautiful woman. "And I am so sorry that he won't be there for our wedding. But I promise, Felicity, you will have so many other people surrounding you who love you."

A smile found its way onto her face.

"People who love me more than he ever did—those are the people I want to share our day with."

Oliver agreed and kissed her hand.

Felicity cleared her throat, "Speaking of our day, I had the most vivid dream while I was unconscious."

"Oh yea?" This sparked Oliver's interest.

"Yep! You surprised me with a first dance." She searched his face, gauging his reaction.

He looked away and chuckled, "That is definitely some dream."

Felicity looked away; clearly he had burst her bubble. Oliver reached over and gently stroked some hair behind her ear.

"I'm kidding, Felicity. I just…didn't want the surprise to be ruined."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Surprise?"

Oliver sighed. "Ever since Diggle and Lyla's wedding, I had promised myself that I would give you the perfect first dance. We deserve to be as happy as they were in that moment."

Felicity sat speechless. She had secretly hoped that he would feel the same way as he had in the dream, but never thought that he actually would.

"I just have to try and find the right song." Oliver continued.

"I think you'll be surprised by what country has to offer," she giggled.

Oliver cocked his head to the side in confusion, but figured he should just take her advice based on the dream she had.

"So what about you? Any dreams while you were sleeping beauty?" Felicity playfully asked.

Oliver's mood instantly sobered and he looked up to the ceiling. "Not really."

She could tell he was holding something back. "Hey, you can tell me." She quietly offered as she grabbed his hand for support.

He took a deep breath. "I didn't get to you in time. I couldn't bring you back. So I was standing in the cemetery." He took a moment to look at her to remind himself that she was still there with him. "Then a little girl came and tried to comfort me. She told me to wake up. Her eyes…" Oliver's voice trailed off.

Felicity's heart ached for him. "Did you recognize the girl?"

"No, I had never met her before in my life. But…everything about her reminded me of you. She had your eyes, and your big heart." He paused and suddenly remembered, "I never got a chance to ask her what her name was."

Oliver looked up at Felicity and found her giving him the warmest smile.

"I have a feeling you'll find out what it is someday."

Eight months later, Oliver and Felicity were married in the gardens of the old Queen mansion. Rows and rows of white chairs adorned with emerald green bows filled the courtyard. Oliver stood in the gazebo by the lake, anxiously awaiting his bride's entrance through the terrace. Felicity appeared amongst the dozens of roses wearing a sparkling white, lace dress. Donna happily walked her daughter down the aisle and gave her away to a memorized Oliver. Thea and Diggle stood on either side of the couple, providing all the support and love they could offer as siblings to both Oliver and Felicity.

Felicity, I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of my life. No matter what awaits us in the future, I will always be by your side and you will always be the light inside of my heart.

Oliver, I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of my life. I will always be there to remind you of the man you are to me, the man I have always and will always believe in with all that I am.

I do.

I do.

Oliver cupped either side of Felicity's face and kissed her with all the passion, adoration, and love he felt for her. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck and into his hair. They pulled away breathless and were met with the cheers from their loved ones.

"Finally!" Diggle exclaimed.

The newlyweds walked down the aisle hand-in-hand, under the shower of petals thrown by their guests. It was the start of their new beginning, together.

All of the guests had followed Oliver and Felicity into the mansion for the reception.

The only person left in the courtyard was a man sitting in the last row of chairs-unseen by everyone.

He wore a distinct black eye-patch and a devilish grin.

THE END.

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