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"I'm tired Donna. I'll be back on Monday."

Harvey Specter was tired. No he was exhausted. Fighting off the various vultures, Allison Holt, Daniel Hardman and Robert Zane, was no health tonic; and the betrayal by Jessica and Mike was the proverbial straw, which broke the camel's back.

"Bye Donna."

Harvey cut the call and turned his Blackberry off. This must have been the first time his Blackberry had been turned off since it came out of the box; but he really wasn't in the mood for answering calls. Harvey rubbed a hand across his weary face and just wished this had all been a nightmare but Harvey Specter doesn't get nightmares because Harvey Specter doesn't get scared. Turns out he did; turns out he had a worse nightmare and it was hell bent on making itself known.

His anger got the better of him and he flung his phone across his apartment. It broke against the kitchen wall with a resounding smash. It took all of Harvey's mental strength to not destroy his apartment completely. Harvey had no one to call but Donna, so the destruction of his phone didn't really make a difference. Calling Mike or Jessica was out of the question now. Trying not to think of how lonely he really was, Harvey shrugged on his jacket and went to the only person who he could think of at this time. Sadly the individual couldn't reply.


Harvey never visited his father's grave, if he could help it. Visiting it once every year, on that accursed day was bad enough. Bringing back all those memories of his incompetence. Did it really matter that he was the best closer in the city if he didn't even get to say goodbye to his father? The long train journey didn't really help get his thoughts in order, in fact if anything he was left to wallow in his self-pity during the two and a half hour journey. Upon reaching his destination, he began his annual ritual of heading to the small liquor store to get a bottle of his dad's favourite, McCallan, he got an extra one for good measure just in case he bumped into caretaker of the cemetery, David. The long walk down to the cemetery brought back memories of his childhood, the simpler times. If anyone had told back then, that in 30 years time he would have been working at a top law firm in New York, making more money in a month than his dad did in a year he would have told them to go see a psychiatrist. And then would have proceeded to throw a baseball at them.

The wrought iron gates of the cemetery were partially open, Harvey could see David clearing the dead leaves off some of the older graves.

"Harvey m'boy, you're early! Wasn't expecting you here for another 6 months or so."

Harvey cracked a vague smile at the man as he handed over a bottle.

"Much obliged m'boy, but unfortunately I can't keep the cemetery closed for you today. Another young fellow's already in, visiting his family."

Harvey was never one to show his emotions, especially not on the anniversary of his father's death so every year, he would ask David to close the cemetery for an hour or two when he was visiting so no-one could intrude on his private moment. Apparently he just wasn't lucky enough today, some poor soul was spending their weekend with their dead relative as well as him.

"Thanks David, but its okay, I'll manage."

Harvey didn't trust himself to say anymore, his voice was already cracking. That tough façade he kept up was crumbling, much like his relationships with, well everyone. He walked down the winding path, clutching the McCallan like a dying man. The sun reflected off the black granite, which was his father's tombstone, giving the grave a halo.

"Hi Dad."

Harvey bent down to put the McCallan in front of the tombstone marked "Gordon Specter" when he heard a rustle from somewhere behind him, presumably from the other live inhabitant of the graveyard, besides the caretaker. He proceeded to kneel in front of the grave with his eyes closed, hoping that none of the tears would make it down his face.

"I messed up Dad. And I don't think it can be fixed."

Harvey was shaken out of his reverie by the sounds of someone trying to stifle their sobs. The surface of the headstone reflected someone kneeling in front of two identical graves.


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