Back in the Game. With choeas.
Oliver finished up his patrol, and ended up back on the rooftop of the Watchtower, a smile on his face. He stood there for a long time, just staring out over the city, a familiar surge of rightness making his chest tight. How had he fallen so far for so long?
It didn't matter now. It wouldn't happen again.
After a few more moments, he made his way into a window that Chloe had left open--which he wouldn't presume she'd done for him--but considering how chilly it was outside, he couldn't help but wonder.
He pushed his hood off and took off his glasses, making his way down the stairs.
It didn't matter now. It wouldn't happen again.
After a few more moments, he made his way into a window that Chloe had left open--which he wouldn't presume she'd done for him--but considering how chilly it was outside, he couldn't help but wonder.
He pushed his hood off and took off his glasses, making his way down the stairs.