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-Chapter 2-

She finally sits and stretches her legs after walking all day. London is as perfect as she imagined and now, as 'King Lear' is about to start on the stage of the magnificent Shakespeare's Globe theater, she almost feels like this is an out-of-body experience.

London in three days: that's all it took for her to see everything she had on her list. Big Ben, the London Bridge…and now this. Her phone vibrates in her purse and she takes a quick look. A text message:

'Hope you're having a nice trip. Your plants are still alive. –Harvey'

She can barely suppress a small laugh.

'One: I can't believe you know how to text me. Two: I left four days ago, unless you set fire to my apartment I don't think the plants can die that quickly. –Donna'

She receives the next message a few seconds after she sent the last one.

'Where are you? –Harvey'

She stands up, so to take a selfie with the theater stage as a background and presses 'SENDS' without further explanation.

The couple next to her is eyeing her curiously but she doesn't care. She sits back as the lights are dimming down and she looks to see what he replied:

'You should be the one on stage (I'm a Donna fan) –Harvey'

She smiles and places the phone back in her purse, her eyes glued to the stage, as the play is about to start.

He's still staring at the picture she sent a few minutes ago. She looks happy, happier than she's been in months. She's beautiful with her hair up but a bit disheveled, just like that.

Her apartment smells of her. He won't tell her that he lighted up a candle while he was watering the plants. In fact, he blew out the candle as soon as she mentioned he could kill the plants by setting fire to her apartment. Not that it was a possibility but he already feels guilty enough that he lighted one. It wasn't like him to fall into sentimentality like this, but it reminded him of the last time they had dinner at her place (that time he screwed up everything by telling her he loved her and then, walked away). She lighted so many candles that time, giving the room a warm glow, making him feel safe, happy, at home and…

He doesn't touch anything else in her apartment: she would notice when she comes back. Donna always knows everything. He locks the door and heads to this cold empty place he calls 'home'.

Egypt makes her feel tiny. Tiny and insufficient and like she hasn't done anything in life. Too many man-made wonders: the pyramids, the Suez Canal. Hundreds of years ago, they built those amazing things and there she is, a woman of the 21st Century who achieved nothing. Because she is insecure, she chose the easy life, she chose money instead of doing what she always dreamed of. She helped HIM climb the ladder all the way up. For what? Making him happy? It seems he was. It seems that was enough for him. He told her they 'have everything', meaning, there was nothing more he expected or wanted from her.

Problem was…she was at this point in her life where she felt she was missing out on something. Maybe even missing out of many has been going on for a while. At first, she thought it was love. She dated Mitchell, and something was still missing. Confused, she thought, maybe, it was because of Harvey. There was always the 'possibility of him' lingering in the back of her mind.

Plus, he changed. He made things right with his mother and that was significant. She was ready to take a step forward (she was well-aware he would never be the one to make a move, after all, she was the one who warned him TO NEVER try anything with her). Then, The Donna happened. Benjamin came and out of nowhere offered her a new world of possibility. Strangely, she forgot everything about Harvey. She felt useful, complete, strong, until it failed.

But the fact that the possibility of a new career (or business opportunity) brought her so much happiness, made her reconsider everything: what if, after all, what's been missing in her life wasn't someone, but was something?

She's been pondering that question ever since he asked her what "more" means. And looking at the glorious Suez Canal slicing a panorama of sand and land, she feels like maybe she won't ever find the answer.

Gretchen's friend is nice and more than competent. She doesn't read his mind or anticipate every single one of his need like Donna does but nobody else can. She is irreplaceable.

He knows why.

He's in love with her. If he ever doubt it, he will sure have another dream to remind him she's more to him than a secretary. Just another dream where he sees her, smiling at him, tangled in his sheets. A dream where there is more than sex, there is a life TOGETHER. A life where he's happy just because she's in it. A dream where he cooks breakfast for her and she smiles at him across the table and he feels like his heart is about to explode just because that smile is for him only. He stands up just because he needs to touch her and hold her and remind her how much he loves her. He kisses her and she tastes like his favorite coffee, he wants more. More of everything. More of her fingers raking his hair, her lips on his neck and her voice whispering his name.

After each and every dream he wakes up to an empty bed, feeling like a dirty teenager who can't control his dreams. He tries to wash the emptiness of his nights away along with all these thoughts under a warm shower, but there's no use.

He goes to work, where 62 year-old Beatrice greets him behind what used to be Donna's desk and it is just another reminder of how empty his life is.

If only he would have told her he was ready…Maybe…