Here is my contribution for this week’s prompt. Thanks again to the lovely, smoakandarrow for doing this week in and week out. This is one of the highlights of my week!
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Comments are always welcomed!
“Who are you?” She asked in disbelief.
Oliver didn’t have an answer for her. It seemed lately, he had no idea who he was or what he was. He just existed.
He is so scared , he think she is dead he can’t breathe , i can feel how much it hurts him to see her like that
ohhhhhhh the angst , my body is’nt ready I’M FREAKING OUT.
I’m just picturing Oliver carrying her while she’s unconscious again, but this time he’s very scared she’s going to die in his arms and he’s running down the steps of the lair screaming for Diggle to help him. Also this time he knows he loves her and can’t live without her….*sighs*