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'This is why I get David to keep the cemetery closed for me', Harvey thought silently to himself. It was exceedingly awkward to intrude on someone else's private moments let alone have someone else intrude on yours. Harvey kept kneeling in front of his father's grave, hoping for some form of divine intervention, which would magically fix everything, alas, it never came. In fact, if anything Harvey felt even worst than before. Gordon Specter had always told his sons to live honorably, abide a moral code and in the last two weeks Harvey had thrown all of that out the proverbial window. His cynicism and arrogance prevented him from seeing Scottie's true intentions. Perhaps if he had believed in love like his father it would have never lead to this day.
"I'm sorry Dad."
Harvey choked the words out, not recognizing his own voice. It had been years since he last cried, when his brother was in the hospital and a couple of tears had leaked out due to his frustration. Harvey quickly wiped the few tears, which had managed to make their way down his cheeks. Harvey detested Jessica at this point, she had given him everything and now she had taken it all away. He loved his job, the satisfaction of victory, not to mention the money and as much as it pained him to admit it, he enjoyed working with his associate Mike. Mike managed to fill the void which only his brother could fill, and working with him partially made up for the fact that Harvey could only see his brother a couple of times a year. Now his job satisfaction was as dead as the people below him along with his friendship with Mike and his relationship with Jessica. The sobbing from behind him seemed to have subsided; he could only hear the rustle of leaves and the occasional deep breath one would take to steady themselves. Harvey kneeled in front of the tombstone for a little while longer, before getting up and dusting his trousers. He touched the cool granite briefly before leaving. As he walked back towards the entrance, the other mourner was right in front of him, heading out whilst wiping his eyes with his cuffs. The other man seemed too familiar to Harvey, his hair, his gait and his general air. As realization dawned upon Harvey,
"Harvey!"
Eventually Mike's grief overtook him in the form of the silent sobs, which wracked through his body. It was simply too much; just as things were starting to look good for him, he squandered it all- his friendship with Harvey, his thing (he didn't even know what to call it) with Rachel. His parents would have been ashamed of what he is today- a fraudulent corporate lawyer who had a history of drug abuse. At least after his resignation, the fraudulent lawyer part could be erased. Amidst these weighty realizations, Mike noted that there was someone else in the cemetery besides the caretaker. At this point he didn't really care who saw him, but decided to take deep breaths to calm himself so as to not intrude on the other man's mourning. The white carnation bouquets gleamed in the sunlight, along with the headstones. With a sense of finality, Mike got up from the ground to head back to the travesty, which he called an apartment. The rustling from elsewhere in the cemetery indicated that his fellow mourner had decided to do the same. Mike quickened his pace so as to not show his face to anyone; he was sure his red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks were site to behold. He passed the caretaker, who was clearing dried flowers from the older graves, on the way to the gates when he heard,
"Harvey!"
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