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"They ripped me out Grammy"
The sun beat down onto the rows of mismatched headstones; some simple, inscribed with heartfelt messages, whilst others were ornate, exuding wealth. It would have been a nice day, except for perhaps the backlash of the war brewing within the glass walls of the law firm formerly known as Pearson Hardman.
"I did what I thought was right, I mean the DA would have taken his license if had I filed the motion… Jessica would have made sure both of us were on the street without a job. At least this way he would have still his job."
Mike couldn't bring himself to say his mentor's name. That deep look of disappointment and his last words of rejection still reverberated in the depths of his mind.
"I don't think he saw it that way though. He fired me on the spot. For real this time, and he meant every word of it."
The tears, which had started to fall in the file room, were still making their way down his cheeks, only stopping briefly in between. All thought of dignity and self-respect were lost when Rachel slapped him twice more- those slaps hurt more than they should have.
"I've got no one left Grammy. Not you, not Trevor, not Harvey or even Rachel. No one."
Mike had never felt like an orphan before, but now, that loneliness which had started after Grammy's funeral threatened to engulf him whole.
"What am I supposed to do? I can't go into work again, not with Harvey and Rachel wishing I were gone. Jessica'll probably be pleased if I hand my resignation in on Monday, it'll be better for everyone that way."
Mike lay a bouquet of white carnations in front of an obsidian headstone with "Edith Ross" engraved on it. He held two more of the same bouquets in his arms.
"I miss you Grammy."
With his head bowed, Mike headed towards a pair of identical white marble headstones a couple of graves along. The harsh weather had beaten the marble down, but the names James Ross and Nina Ross were still visible. Mike opened his mouth to say something, but pause- he still couldn't. Talking to his parents, was still something he couldn't do, it was too much. Take the remaining two bouquets; he placed them down in front of the graves and kneeled in front of them with his head bowed, eyes closed. A couple more traitorous tears found their way through his lashes and onto the grass below. The wind whistled through the trees and the grass, and for the first time in many years, Mike wished he lay beneath the ground in front of him.
I can't believe I have to wait till fall for season 3 of Suits. Thats way too long for the best show on television! Here's my first attempt at fanfiction, hope you like it. Please review!