Trust. It was the foundation of any good relationship. Without it, you couldn't be friends and you definitely couldn't be lovers. Why hadn't she told him? Why did she have to ruin everything when they were going so good? Harvey asked himself all these things as he sat in his desk chair and stared at the view from his office. He used to love this view. It made him feel important, like a King looking out at his castle. Now, things were different. Now, he felt isolated and lonely on his platform. He knew that he could fall from this height. But he never thought it would be because of Donna. She was the only person who'd been there for him no matter what. She was there when his dad died, she was there through every promotion and she was there when he decided to hire Mike. She was his rock. Without her, his whole world could crumble.
She replayed the trial again and again, 'Do you love Harvey Specter?' Louis screamed at her, she would float from her body and see herself sitting in the chair opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Watching Harvey stand up to save her, and staring at herself as she stormed from the room. Why couldn't she answer? She wasn't in love with Harvey. She loved him, sure, but they known each other for 13 years, of course she loved him. She loved him as a brother. She loved how they were a team, like Batman and Robin (only funnier, smarter and way cooler). She sat up on the couch and looked at herself in the mirror. 'Say it.' She told herself. 'Say it.' Why couldn't she tell even herself that she wasn't in love with Harvey. She dropped the mirror and it smashed on the floor. She didn't want to clear it up, so she just left the broken shards and lay back down. 'Please, say it.' She closed her eyes, and dreamt of him.
'Don- Mike!' Harvey called from his office, he was never going to get used to life here without her, any time he needed anything he called Donna, he wanted to call Donna. He had called Donna. He'd rang her house, her mobile, even her buildings main phone, but everyone claimed she wasn't there. She didn't hear his messages. She didn't want to know.
Mike swung into the office with a smile, 'What?' he asked, clearly upset that Harvey had called him so much today, but he must've understood Harvey's pain, because he continued to come to him.
'Could you get me a coffee?' Harvey asked.
'No.' Mike abruptly responded, 'you have an assistant, ask him.' And with that Mike pulled on the door frame and left.
Harvey hated the temp who'd replaced Donna, he was so… so… not Donna. He hadn't asked him for anything important and he didn't want to start, he didn't want that kid getting comfortable. He wasn't going to be here long, he was going to have to leave when Donna came back. As a punishment for being there, Harvey didn't ask him for the coffee and decided he'd go and get it himself.
An hour later, Donna swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and almost sliced her foot open on the broken mirror she'd forgotten about. 'Damn,' she muttered and jumped over the glass. She got a dustpan and cleared it up. She went to the bin under her sink and emptied away the glass. She caught sight of the box labelled 'office' in the cupboard and closed the drawer, only to quickly open it again and retrieve the box. She set it on her counter top and removed the lid. She smiled at the contents. First, the evergreen plant Harvey had gotten her for her birthday two years ago, he claimed that they'd be a team as long as the tree was green, how well had that plan gone. Then she saw the photos. Various shots of Harvey and her at events and dinners. Her favourite of which was taken five years ago at an event for some charity (she couldn't remember which). In the photo, Harvey had one arm around her back and the other resting on her abdomen. To anyone viewing the photo now, it looked like a friendly hug, but Donna knew it was because he'd dropped an oyster on her and he was simply covering the stain for the photo. Finally, the can opener. She held the simple, steel contraption in her hands and felt it's weight. Not it's physical weight, but the weight it held in Donnas heart. Some of her fondest memories were over this damn can opener, she loved the thing almost as much as she loved-. She caught herself before she even thought it and dropped the device back into the box. Quickly she placed the plant and photos in too and put the lid back on the box. She needed to get out, she needed a walk. She pulled on her shoes and grabbed her handbag. She couldn't… she wouldn't, love Harvey Specter.