"Hey, Will", she muttered, "It's been a long time".
It's odd that she feels most connected to him here of all places but she had spent countless nights and days imagining him here laid across Finn Polmar's lap taking his dying breaths, that she almost felt as if a bit of his spirit still lingered, watching over her in this exact courtroom.
It was also why, instead of rushing out of there to work on her next case after coming back to retrieve the pen she had dropped in this courtroom earlier, she found herself sitting in the dark and empty courtroom, at exact spot that Finn Polmar was sitting at while trying to slow Will's bleeding.
"A lot has happened in this past year. I bet you wouldn't even begin to guess what I'm up to now, although being up there and all probably means you would know everything that's happening." She closed her eyes, trying to imagine him sitting right beside her.
His distinguishing scent, which would always send her mind into a frenzy whenever he got too near.
His eyes, which could always convey messages his lips weren't capable of.
His smirk, present every time he managed to get her off.
"Do you think I'd make a good State's Attorney?" she asked apprehensively.
"I'm not entirely sure why I'm running for that matter… I got persuaded into it and ended up going with the flow I guess.
"I'm using your office now, though I've moved things around a bit," she muttered.
"I found your baseball, the one you always keep in a bowl on the table in front of the couch. It was under the desk, goodness knows what it was doing there," she sighed, reminiscing the times he would throw the ball back and forth between his hands while debating with her on a legal issue.
She always wondered if he did it so he could think better.
"Diane offered to take your office. I refused though.
"I couldn't bear the thought of someone else occupying your spot.
"Remember how you'd always say you wouldn't want to become a District Attorney?" she said, "Because you would rather get rich by getting people off than-", she stopped suddenly, expecting to hear his voice finishing off her sentence, when she remembered.
Remembered that he can't finish anymore of her sentences.
Remembered that he wasn't really sitting beside her.
Remembered that she would never hear his voice ever again.
Remembered that she was sitting here alone talking to herself because this was where he was killed.
That this was where he had laid gasping for breaths as he tried to stay conscious.
She looked upwards and blinked furiously trying to keep her tears at bay, resisting the urge to start sobbing.
She really shouldn't be here. Who knows when the next court session might start. People would surely be surprised to find the First Lady of Illinois and a candidate in the State Attorney's race sitting here alone looking miserable.
She sighed, gathering up her bag and clutching it tight to her chest, wishing to death that it was Will she was holding instead.
"I miss you, Will…I miss you so much," she whispered.
She stood slowly, already missing the sense of calm she had felt, making her way out of the courtroom, having to resume her hectic life. Her life without Will.