Full disclosure, I tweaked this.
“Did you just-” A sob breaks through, choking the words off. A hand flies up to her mouth, like she can still take the sound back, make sure he never got to hear how much those words hurt.
Oliver’s eyes have gone wide with shock, disbelief that he could ever utter such a thing to her. He reaches out a hand, the need to make it better overwhelming.
“I didn’t mean that, Felicity, I’m-”
But Felicity is shaking her head and backing away from his touch, her breath coming in short, hard pants. It’s the adrenaline, she knows, her body’s reaction to her mind going into panic mode. His words are still echoing inside the cavern of her mind, each time they hit their mark sending another jolt of pain through her heart.
“I have to go.” she gasps, fighting uselessly to dam up the tears streaming down her face, clouding her eyes as she searches desperately for her keys.
“Please don’t leave like this, Felicity.” Oliver says, his tone pleading, eyes edged in desperation. “At least let Digg take you home.”
“No, I-” She doesn’t bother finishing her sentence, catching sight of her keys laying beside her purse in the chair where she’d dropped them.
She grabs them up, huddles her bag into her chest as she darts around Oliver and nearly sprints for the door.
Once she’s outside she can breathe a little easier, her lungs still burning with the effort of each and every breath. She stumbles for her car, eyes blurry and hands shaking. She’s barely halfway across the parking lot when she drops her purse, has to squat down to shove everything back inside.
Oliver’s words are ringing in her ears, her own pulse competing to drown them out.
“Maybe we should call off the wedding, then! Because this clearly isn’t working for either of us anymore.”
Felicity is just pushing the last of her stuff back into the bag, so distracted by the weight of sadness, the pain pressing down on her that she doesn’t see it coming, doesn’t hear Oliver screaming her name until it’s too late.
The car hits her going too fast for a parking lot, and she’s blissfully unconscious before she hits the blacktop.