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Chapter 5 - Her Manhattan

Walking down the familiar sidewalk, she forgot how much louder this city was compared to London. More people, more cars; the sounds somewhat deafening, but then again, the loud thoughts in her mind that morning outweighed the noisy city. It was beginning to grow dark, but sometimes on these cooler spring evenings, Manhattan seemed to have its own eco-climate where it would be warmer than anywhere else in the city of New York.

Her time in London had been amazing, she'd fulfilled her dream of performing, if not on Broadway it was the second best achievement to have done it in the West End. She'd made lifelong friends and started to call the Borough of Kensington and Chelsea her second home. However, nothing in her heart could ever replace Manhattan. There wasn't a place like it. She had paid out the lease on her Tribecca apartment so everything was still as she had left it. She had been back to New York only once since moving to London, for her sister's wedding, but didn't stay long enough to really make an effort to catch up with friends. Or Harvey.

She regretted leaving words unspoken, for just up and abandoning everyone. She needed a new start, a chance to finally do what she had always wanted to do.

From the outset, she had always told Harvey her first passion was far from being a legal assistant, it was theatre. It always had been, but her commitment to him held her back. But she never regretted a thing.

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She had been walking for over an hour, with no particular place to go, just reminiscing in her city. Her Manhattan. She took in the homely smells, sights and sounds of every detail around her when suddenly in front of her, a familiar set of doors appeared across the street. Del Posto.

Her heart warmed. She stopped in her tracks and stared straight ahead at the Italian restaurant she so loved. A special place reserved only for them.

She hadn't realised how many things in one city could remind her of Harvey Specter: the black town cars, the smell of the bagel carts and now Del Posto. She laughed to herself.

Over the years, she realised what he did that day in the Law Library when Louis was running the mock trial. He wanted to protect her. She knew he wanted her back, and she knew he hated every single moment. But at that time, she was too full of shame and anger to have said anything. It's amazing what time can do she thought. She just wanted to say sorry. She'd forgiven Louis, as she knew he was only doing it to protect her and to protect Harvey from Travis Tanner. Even though Harvey didn't realise that himself until it was too late.

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She crossed the street and headed towards the doors of Del Posto. She smiled and walked in, taking a seat by herself close to the bar.

'Can I get you anything ma'am?' The bar tender asked.

She smiled and looked up to the top rack. 'A Macallan 18 please. Neat.' She felt New York was more of a place where someone, a woman in particular, could go by herself into a bar and order a drink, it was so different in England. As she sipped on her symbolic drink, she felt her eyes glancing towards their table; middle balcony, table for two.

Donna wasn't overly excessive with Facebook, she went on once, twice a week to to read her newsfeed, maybe post a photo or check her friends. But today, there was one friend in particular she wanted to check on. But he wasn't on her friend's list. Yet.

After typing in his name and hitting search, her eyes found his profile picture straight away. Albeit that it wasn't a photo of himself, it was an album cover; an album cover that Donna instantly recognised. Mainly because she was the one who sat with him whilst he played it most nights when they were working late, she was the one who categorised it into his vinyls and she was the one who knew exactly who was on that album cover. Gordon Specter. Harvey's father was a renowned saxophonist who played for some of jazz's most notable bands and performers. She smiled at his picture, knowing above anyone else what that picture meant to him.

She knew what the date was tomorrow, the day she left Pearson Hardman. The last time she saw Harvey properly. Upon remembering those final moments, she slipped her phone gently back in to her purse and finished her drink. She looked around briefly before she left, smiled and walked out, hoping that one day soon they'll be back there again. She just wished she wasn't too late.

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'Hey, hold your horses Mr..' she smiled as she padded through from Harvey's kitchen into his bedroom.

She felt his eyes linger all over her body, as she walked towards him wearing only his crisp, white shirt from the night before. 'Anyone would think you'd worked up a thirst...' a smile reaching the far corners of her face.

'Well, we have had a long time to catch up on.' Harvey sipped his coffee; black, two sugars and that all important dash of vanilla - perfect. He smiled and fixated his eyes onto hers. She felt her heart beating out of her chest as he slowly leaned over to gently brush his coffee scented lips across hers. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.

'That was nice,' she left her eyes closed for a moment or two. She could feel his hot breath on her lips as she tried to open her eyes but couldn't. Suddenly a piercing, high chiming sound split the air between them. Her eyes finally opened.

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Her whole upper body sat straight up in bed as a realisation washed over her. She looked around her bedroom and brushed her hand casually next to her in bed. Empty. Her heart was still in her dream, her lips strangely tasting like coffee but the phone alarm on the side of her bed sounded distinctly like what just woke her up. With that, she instinctively reached for her phone, opened her Facebook, found his profile again and did it.

Send Friend Request.

Friend Request Sent.

Shit. Shitting dreams.