Laurel didn't know what to think or how to feel. She did start having feelings for him again, but if she were honest with herself, the feelings never really went away. For her it was always Oliver, but he was her first love and she had known him basically her entire life. And to watch him move on, to even want to marry Felicity - she was happy for him and if she had any tiny inclination to feel jealousy, she did, but that was normal. It didn't mean she didn't want him or Felicity for that matter to be happy.
But they weren't getting married.
She just listened to him because in some ways, she had always wanted to hear these words again, but she couldn't help but realize the timing. She didn't want to be angry with him. She didn't want to hate him, God, she wanted so much but not those things. It just wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Because she knew that once she left Salem, she was dead. She was gone and Oliver and her friends would be without her and she'd never see them again.
So no, she didn't want a waste a single day, but she couldn't help but hurt either. To be scared.
Closing her eyes when he came close, she felt his lips and she reached for him, holding onto his arms as the kiss between them grew only for her to smile as she pulled back, slightly. She was still close, she could feel his body against hers still and she shook her head.
"Whatever time I have left, I want it to be with you." And that was the truth. The fact that he had her picture, the one that she gave him before he went missing for five years, the way he said he dealt with her death - she hated doing this to him, but she didn't want to deprive herself of love so she could feel bad.