Donna POV

"It was a fight Donna, not a duel." Harvey stated. I suddenly felt a pain in my chest, as if I wanted Harvey to have fought for me even though I expected nothing else. Still, hearing him say that surprisingly hurt.

Wait, I can't be in love with Harvey Specter, can I?

"Donna, are you still listening?"

"Oh sorry Harv, I guess I just am surprised you can actually fight, you're not just all talk like I thought!" There, my usual witty comments with make sure Harvey doesn't expect that I'm hurt.

"Hey Harvey, do you think we could get out that scotch? We've both had pretty tough last few days." "Great idea, I'll pour us some."

I guess I can drink away these re-surfacing feelings for a while, the burn of the scotch will remove this burning feeling in my gut. I can't be in love with Harvey. I just can't.

We sat there, silently, sipping our scotch for what felt like hours. Suddenly the feelings resurfaced, and I just couldn't stand to sit across from the man who I was trying so hard not to love, knowing he would never feel the same way.

"I'm feeling a bit tired, I think I'm going to head home, goodnight Harv." "Night Donna."

I quickly grabbed a bottle of scotch from the table and ran out of the room before Harvey noticed.

What is happening to me, I'm supposed to be strong. For God's sake, I'm Donna! I can't be a mess over Harvey Specter. Suddenly the tears began flowing down my face. I quickly ducked into the associates' lounge so Harvey wouldn't see me breaking down. He should be leaving in a matter of seconds.

Downing sip after sip of the scotch, even that burn couldn't help what I was feeling. I was a mess. I needed Harvey, I wanted Harvey, I craved Harvey. For as long as I knew him, all I wanted was to be accepted, be loved by him. But I knew he would never feel the same way, and as long as I knew that, I have to pretend like I don't love him either.

Before I knew it, half of the bottle was gone, and I was still a crying mess in the middle of Pearson Darby Specter or whatever stupid name the firm had at the moment. Thank goodness everyone else was gone, or so I thought.

"Donna, is that you? Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice call. "Harvey get away from me!" was all I could manage to answer. I couldn't risk sharing my drunken thoughts and ruin whatever good me and Harvey have left.