"You can't help me with them!" Laurel shot back, "If you are the problem, how can you help?" Laurel asked her face was reddening with rage now. "I was there for you when you got home, I was mad as hell at you, but you still lie Oliver, you are still distant, and I was still there." Laurel pointed out, "I've blamed myself for so much, for Tommy's death, for always being the victim when someone wants to get back at someone I care about. Do you know how many times I've been kidnapped within the past two years? There's a lot going on with me and no one fucking cared till I lost my shit. You even had the nerve to tell me you were in my corner with I had to trail your mother, I wasn't even in my corner then. I hated every moment of it, I hated feeling like I couldn't breathe, and pills, the drinking, made it all numb for me. Did you not see how I was drowning at all before then? I even told you I didn't like myself and ran away from you, countless of times. I tried to help with the plea with what power I had and that wasn't even good enough!"
Her back straighten, her eyes set on him, "But did you know before you two left together, she told me not to move in with you, going on about all the woman you had slept with and you were sleeping with her at that time while I was looking for apartments for us! You don't know everything Oliver, you only know what you see! I have stood by your side always, Oliver. The past, back home, here I will do the same, because you became the man I knew you would be, the man who lets face I'll love, but never be with. I'm glad you are glad that I'm doing it without you. You've already let me go, not once, but twice now. The next time you decide to hold on to me again, let me know, give me a sign, clearly I'm too vain to notice since you are always pushing me away."