|Dinah Laurel Lance (worefishnets) wrote in hellascenes,|
@ 2013-09-28 00:50:00
|Entry tags:||laurel lance, oliver queen|
It was late, very late and Laurel knew that, but she also knew Oliver was use to being up this late because of the club. It had been months since she had seen him in person and she just needed to see that he was alright. Granted where they stood with each other was left unsaid, but she was coming to him because Laurel needed her best friend at the moment. That person to talk to since her days were being idly wasted away for someones amusement and not working at the new District Attorney in Starling like she was before coming here.
She stood outside his door, bit her bottom lips as she pushed some hair out of her face. Perhaps this was a bad idea and she turned to leave, but Laurel then paused, when she was the one to run away from things? Laurel Lance was known to be stubborn, feisty woman who walk away from people, but this was Oliver, the man who she truly did loved through everything they have been through.
Oliver was also the best friend of Tommy, the man who loved Laurel enough to save her and then died because of her. Guilt weighted heavily on her for that, she lost more then an ex the night Tommy died. Laurel lost her heart as well. Then with Oliver disappearing, she just threw herself into her work, now she had nothing but time and hated it.
Finally debating on knocking on the door, she knocked twice, then stepped way to leave room for whoever open the door. If he didn't answer soon, she'll just go back to her apartment and try to sleep like she should be doing instead of standing there waiting for Oliver to answer the door.