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Felicity had been sitting on her windowsill which she had turned into her seating area complete with pillows. Looking out the window which overlooked the lake behind her family cabin she could not help but reminisce about her past. She would not change a single thing that has happened to her, in life, but she did wish that some circumstances were just a little different. She has been hiding out from the world lately, not being able to face her fans and all their questions, about her career, personal life and her relationships with her former co-stars, one that she constantly got bombarded with questions about. While sitting there and daydreaming, she pulled on one piece of her hair twisting it around her finger. She did not want her family to worry about her, so she told her mom she was going to the cabin for a bit and her parents were none the wiser. Sipping on her coffee as she watched the snow fall ever so beautifully, she sighed. She was going stir crazy, having not worked since before this dreadful pandemic hit. She was very restless. It being Christmas time and all. She knew that most of her friends would be headed to the Caribbean, but she didn't feel like hanging out with anyone much less risk getting sick again.
She had gotten sick after traveling to see her agent in the United States. Another reason she didn't want to travel to the Caribbean, where her friends were going to be, is that she vowed to stay away from a certain person, who has become so much more than just a friend over the years. She laid her had back against the window, closed her eyes and remembered the most recent events like it happened yesterday and not over a year ago.
Felicity was sitting in her trailer, watching videos from a few friends when she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed some chips as she walked slowly towards the door. She opened the door and immediately rolled her eyes, sighed loudly and looked at the girl standing on the other side. "So, when were you planning on leaving the show and staying away from my family?" The brunette with blonde streaks in her hair, stood in the doorway of her trailer with her arms crossed and glaring at her. She noticed that the girl was wearing clothes very similar to some that she owns. When she heard her voice, Felicity closed her eyes and sighed. "Laurel, I'm not quite sure what you are implying but I wasn't planning on leaving until the show ends for good. I have a good thing here and I love my job. So, if you would kindly leave my trailer, I would greatly appreciate that." Felicity stood up and started toward the back of the trailer to get changed for her next scene which just so happened to be with the man in question. "But hey, maybe you could, oh I don't know, get your own style and fashion for clothes?" She said as she began to close her eyes. "Look Felicity, I know you're sleeping with my husband and I'm telling you now, it's going to stop or so help me God, Oliver will never see Ryeleigh ever again and I know once he finds out that it's all because of you then you'll lose him too." Felicity stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, screaming at the top of her lungs "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. TRAILER. OR SO HELP ME GOD I AM GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS. I AM SO SICK OF YOUR NARISSISTIC, PSYCHOTIC ASS. YOU USE OLIVER AND RYELEIGH LIKE THEY ARE ACCESSORIES, WHICH THEY ARE NOT! THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER APPRECIATE." She grabbed her clothes for her scene and walked to the door, Laurel stood in the doorway trying to prevent her from leaving. "MOVE!" Laurel crossed her arms and stood firm. Felicity nodded and bit on her lip, walked to the girl and shoved her out of her way and knocking her to the ground. "I asked you to move and now I'm done asking AND being nice."
Felicity walked off fuming and mumbling to herself, she headed towards the venue where they were filming that day. Still fuming mad she kept her head down so she didn't have to talk to anyone as she made her way into the room to change, in peace, since her trailer obviously was being invaded today. She got closer to the door of the restroom when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. The voice is low and gravelly, she pretended not to hear him. With her head down and picking up her speed, she prayed she could beat him to the door in question. The muscular blonde haired, blue eyed guy was not going to accept that as he ran after her quickly. Once he caught up to her, he grabbed her arm lightly to get her to turn around "Fell-ic-it-teeeee?" Oliver took one look at her and knew something was wrong. "Talk to me" he pleaded as his blue eyes bore into her. She couldn't look at him, so she opted to look at the ground and shook her head. "It's nothing, I have to go change for the next scene and I'm running late." She shrugged and tried to get her arm away from his light grip. He stopped her and looked into her eyes, "What are you not telling me?" She sighed and pulled her arm away from him. "Go ask your adoring wife, why she had to come to my trailer while I was relaxing." With that she turned and walked into the restroom and threw her clothes on the counter, grabbed the edge of the sink and dropped her head trying to get into the right frame of mind to do her next scene which was to be a very pivotal scene for her character. While she was trying to calm down Moira, who played Oliver's on-screen mother was walking down the hall and saw Oliver. "Hey, Oliver!," she smiled but noticed he had a very worried look on his face. "Hey, is everything ok? You look a little off right now." He leaned against the wall trying to figure out what was going on right now, he looked up and shook his head "I don't know! I really wish I did. Laurel told me she was going out of town today, but Felicity just said that she was just at her trailer and now Felicity is in the restroom and I have no idea if she is ok or not but she seemed to be really upset" he stood there and chewed on his lip with worry written all over his face. Moira patted his arm "I'll go check on Felicity, just relax. I'm sure she's fine" with that she walked toward the restroom to find Felicity. Felicity was held onto the side of the sink and tried to hold all her emotions in, meanwhile, her feelings had plans of their own. When she finally gave into her emotions, she slid down the wall and pulled her knees into her chest, hid her eyes against them. She wondered why she had even considered not leaving, then she remembered there were three incredibly good reasons why, her show, the man she fell hopelessly in love with (even if he didn't know because she hadn't told him) and his precious baby girl who she has become attached to, again he doesn't know because she hadn't told him. Could she just up and leave what had been her home for her entire life? Why was it even a question in her mind? Then she remembered the reason was because of HER! She desperately tried not to hate anyone, but this woman gave her no other option. She knew she could not tell Oliver why she decided to leave, but she also could not stand back and let her take his baby girl from him. That baby was his life and had he found out she was the reason he did not get to see her he would hate her too. She knew that his wife could take the baby and leave the country and he could do nothing about it because of several things, his citizenship status being the biggest, then his job. He worked a lot to keep his show ratings in the higher bracket, while the baby's mother never worked so she could be with her more. Felicity laughed at that, she knew as well as anyone that knew her that she was NEVER with that baby, especially alone. She quickly made her way to her and wrapped her in her arms "Hey, what's wrong?" Felicity immediately wrapped her arms around Moira and gripped her shirt tightly sobbing quietly "I have to leave the show and I am going to miss everyone so much when I do." Not knowing the whole story this comment took Moira by surprise, she pulled Felicity back a little and looked at her "What do you mean you have to leave the show?" Felicity just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head not wanting to talk about it. She took a deep breath, sighed and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser wiping her eyes. "I have to get dressed for my scene. I would rather not talk about it." As Felicity turned the water on to splash her face, she heard Moira speak softly. I don't know why you think you have to leave the show, but I am here to tell you that your co-stars are not going to let you go quietly." Felicity turned around quickly to protest but Moira was out the door before she could say anything. Moira walked down the hall to Oliver and sighed softly, "our girl is terribly upset. She clung to me and cried her eyes out saying something about having to leave the show." Oliver pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and headed straight for the restroom. He flung the door open and bound straight for Felicity wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, he whispered in her ear "I am not losing you for anything." This caused her to lose all control and she broke down crying uncontrollably. Turning her around he held her as close to his body as he possibly could, rubbing his hands the length of her back "shh, baby it's going to be ok, I'm here. Please talk to me." When he turned her, she hugged him as tight as she could, fisting his shirt in her hands. She buried her face in his neck not wanting to move from that spot. She knew if she looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes of his she would tell him everything he wanted to know. As Oliver held onto her as tight as he possibly could, he pulled his phone from his back pocket and sent Laurel a text.
O: You and I are going to have a talk when you come home from your "trip!"
He put his phone back in his pocket he pulled Felicity from his body, she moved back a little but kept her head down to the ground. "Oliver, you are in the girls; bathroom;" trying not to smirk. She wiped her tears again and turned to get her clothes. As she was walking to one of the stalls to change, she looked over her shoulder at him "I'm sure that Moira already told you, but if she didn't, I have to leave the show." Looking down at her feet I'll be moving as well. I have to make a fresh start."