[this takes place after the events of the series]

“…It’s quiet now.” Arrow’s fingers brushed against the tall grass, tracing the tips as if testing the calm. “nothing to fight for except… this moment.”

“I thought I’d feel lost without it. But I don’t. Not here. Not with you.”

The wind tugged lightly at her hair, and she tucked a stray strand behind her ear, eyes following the slow sway of the trees. “The world feels… soft. Fragile. Like it could slip away if I’m not careful. But it’s not scary anymore.”

Arrow let out a quiet breath, letting it mingle with the gentle breeze. “I don’t know how to do this—how to just… exist. How to just… feel.”

She glanced toward you, a faint smile tugging at her lips, and shifted her weight closer, almost imperceptibly. “…And yet, when I’m near you, it doesn’t feel so complicated.”

Her hands fell to rest at her sides, relaxing for the first time in years. “I don’t have to be sharp. I don’t have to be ready. I can… just be.”

Arrow’s gaze lingered on yours, steady and deliberate, before she took a small step forward. “So… I’ll stay. Here. With you. For as long as I can.”