It was Friday night, Mike had finished his work earlier and had wanted to go home and surprise Harvey with a home cooked meal and a Star Trek marathon, but instead he found himself in Harvey's office.

Harvey was sitting on the sofa in his office, his eyes scanning thru case files. Mike smiled, offering to sit next to him and help him through this one. But Harvey had griped that what was Mike going to do, he didn't even graduate with a bachelors degree, let alone go to law school. His brain failed to come up with a reply, the words had cut deep and Mike didn't want to hear it. He walked out of the office and rode his bike back home.

After that encounter, it wasn't shocking that Mike found himself wearing a blue button shirt and his khaki pants, about to head out. He made his was to the bar and sat down on the bar stool closest to the bar tender, he ordered a beer. It wasn't as fancy as Harvey's usual, Macallan 18, but cheap beer always brought comfort to Mike.

He looked around and saw everyone else with their friends, their partners, with strangers. Everyone was having the time of their lives. Everyone except Mike. He was trying to loosen up, maybe try to find someone to talk to, but he was still sulking in the fact that Harvey had decided that seeing other people would make them both happier.

He wasn't sure how many beers he had, but he was drawn out of his thoughts by a presence sit next to him. He looked up and saw a man looking equally as defeated as him. Mike started talking to this gentleman.

The conversation was short lived, both him and the man shared life regrets and life lessons that they had learned about being love. Mike had found himself laughing with this man. He was tempted to go home with him just so he could feel something but he thoughts kept drifting to Harvey. He was subconsciously playing with the ring on his left hand and letting his thoughts get the better of him.

What was Harvey doing? Had Harvey found the loophole in the case yet? The questions formed in his head before his mind could come up with hypothetical answers.

Mike had excused himself from the bar, having paid his tab and started heading the direction of the house. He felt positively giddy and he wasn't sure how much of that was to blame on the alcohol or just because he found himself wanting to hug and hold his husband.

Mike quickly inserted the key, twisting it and opening the door. He was greeted with all the lights off except the soft glow coming from their bedroom.

Was Harvey awake, waiting for Mike? Mike ears perked up, and he started to smile. Had Harvey finally realized that they should work on themselves? Mike quietly pitter-pattered to the bedroom door. His smile forming wider as he took in the sight of Harvey sleeping. He paid attention to the rise and fall of his bare chest and his messy hair. He just wanted to run his hands through Harvey's hair again. Maybe Harvey wouldn't mind if Mike got in bed next to him and started playing with his hair, and cuddling him.

He saw something move out of the corner of his eye. His eyes darted to the movement next to Harvey. That's when he saw her for the first time, Her bare back reflecting off the moon light, her hand resting on Harvey's chest, she was snuggling closer to Harvey. Harvey laying there peacefully dreaming with a smile on his face.

Mike took several steps back, he felt it in his throat, he swallowed and retreated to the guest room. He swore he would stormed out if he had a place to go. But he was slightly drunk and his emotions were so high he couldn't think straight. He flopped on the bed and tried to sleep, but found himself scrolling through his phone. He was reading every contact he had trying to find someone who would take him in.

He scrolled past Donna, he couldn't make her choose between him and Harvey; if he did she would probably pick Harvey. They were loyal to each other. He scrolled past Rachel, after she cheated on him with Logan, and their nasty break up, he doubted she would want to hear from him either. His thumb lingered on Trevor.

Trevor was like his worse-off, off-brand, toxic version of Donna. They had loyalties to each other but it was mostly Mike tagging along with any of Trevor's get money quick schemes. Mike, having run out of options, dialed Trevor's number.

He waited for the phone to ring, he was rehearsing in his head what he would say to his longest friend. He brought the phone closer to his ear, trying not to wake Harvey and his companion in the other room.

The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again.

Mike closed the phone and slammed it on the bed next to him. Hot tears began escaping his eyes, as he came to the realization that he had no one.

He wasn't sure if he slept or not. Most of the night he was consumed in thoughts, he was waking up every couple of minutes suffocating in his dreams. The next thing he knew, the sun was peaking thru the windows and he was wide awake. He just laid there trying to comprehend everything that happened last night.

His thoughts interrupted by clanging of the dishes in the kitchen. A few moments later the smell of breakfast entered his nose. He smiled at the thought of Harvey making breakfast. While Mike tried to make them something for dinner every night, they hadn't had breakfast together in weeks. Mostly because of their work schedule was causing them to meet with clients and keep a social calendar on the weekends.

Mike smiled to himself as he opened the door. His smile dissipating as he saw her walking over to Harvey. They shared a kiss and Harvey nudged her to go sit down as he flipped the last pancake. Mike just stood their, his body trembling. It was over? His heart couldn't take anymore. Once upon a time, he thought Harvey was it for him. His only family. He always thought that no matter what happened between them, they would always be Mike and Harvey. But Harvey was finding newer and newer ways of breaking his heart.

Mike waited until after she left to step outside. He walked over to the coffee maker and began brewing himself a cup. His hand effortlessly reaching for a slice of bread and putting it in the toaster. His coffee finished at the same time his toast popped out. He closely spread butter on the toast and made his way to the sofa. He would normally eat at the table, but if he sat there now, he would just picture Harvey and the girl who had replaced him.

Harvey started talking to him while munching on a pancake, "How did you sleep, Mike. You have fun at the bar last night. When did you get home?"

The words home rung in his ears. His internal voice telling him that this wasn't his home anymore. He didn't feel loved, comforted or any other adjective that one associated with home.

Mike didn't answer his questions, he instead said, "Harvey, you seem happy."

To which, Harvey replied, "Oh, kid you have no idea."

Mike didn't know if that meant he was through the roof happy or if it had some hidden meaning that he missed Mike. But after getting to know the inner workings of Harvey. Mike figured that Harvey wouldn't have slept with her if he didn't want to.

While some might consider it drastic, Mike's eidetic memory had been torturing him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Harvey and the short, black haired girl that Harvey was so smitten with. Even though he had no where to go, Mike had to go somewhere, he couldn't live here anymore. So, he moved out the next day. He stuffed everything that had been important to him in his backpack, and walked out. He didn't even know if Harvey would notice.

Now, Mike found him standing in the middle of the road, looking up at Harvey's house, with the divorce papers stuffed in his backpack. He felt pathetic not being able to drop them off so he slowly walked back up to knock on the door and deliver the papers. It was the only way for Mike to move on.