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Present Day

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Time has a funny way of moving faster when someone doesn't have the pleasure of spending it anymore. It moves faster and faster until it comes to a complete stop. Time waits for no man, but man always waits for time.

Time is a relative idea; it moves in different ways and in different patterns for every man. It can be swift and it can be slow. It can be a friend and it could also be an enemy.

Time is and always has been but an invention of humanity.

There was a time that Mike thought that his future was set all he had to do was walk on it. There was a time that he thought he might be able to pursue his dreams and have a family of his own. But they all came crashing down.

Fate has it out for Mike ever since his parents died. He made bad decisions and bad friends. He got kicked out of college just as he was at the verge of fulfilling his every dream. Maybe it was just some sort of consolation that Mike was hired by Harvey, something that fate sent as a balm to soothe all the wounds that it inflicted on Mike. But it had a price and that price was something that was more than he could – was willing – to pay.

Harvey tried his best to keep moving forward. He buried himself in work in order to ignore the quietness that is Pearson Darby now that Mike is gone. He didn't ask for another personal associate and Jessica didn't push him to get one either. Sometimes he still expects Mike to come to his office with his unending cheer and youthful exuberance, but then he'd just shake his head and get back to work, ignoring the pitying looks that Donna would send his way.

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Walking became a sort of relaxation technique for Mike. Whenever he walked he could sometimes delude himself in the idea that he was normal, that he had his future just waiting for him. But he knew that having false hope would just hurt him in the long run.

Sometimes he'd go to Central Park and just sit there. Watching a couple of kids playing made him realise that the world would still move even when he died. He sometimes wonders if anyone would mourn when they find out that he died already. It was morbid to think about his death but he couldn't help it, it would be the end of everything and there would be no coming back from it.

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Harvey tried his best to keep moving forward. He buried himself in work in order to ignore the quietness that is Pearson Darby now that Mike is gone. He didn't ask for another personal associate and Jessica didn't push him to get one either. Sometimes he still expects Mike to come to his office with his unending cheer and youthful exuberance, but then he'd just shake his head and get back to work, ignoring the pitying looks that Donna would send his way.

He would never admit it, even at gunpoint that he came to care for his associate, and dare he call it, friend. He never wondered what brought it on. He figured it out moments after Donna told him. What Harvey perceived as betrayal, was Mike's way of helping him. He thought that Mike wouldn't take it seriously when he said he didn't want to see him again. He didn't expect that Mike would take it to heart.

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One day when he was in the car, on the way to a client meeting, they passed by Central Park. Harvey thought that he saw, at the corner of his eye, Mike walking at the pavement. He thought it was trick of the light so he curbed the desire to look back and ignored the impulse to tell Ray to stop the car. He's been seeing Mike practically everywhere and it is driving him crazy. He never showed it though; everyone thought that he was still the same Harvey Specter that everyone admires yet hates at the same time. No one saw through his mask, only Donna could see the pain and sadness on his face because she always knew and she felt it too.

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Pearson Darby is still the same. There wasn't any significant change in the atmosphere with Mike Ross leaving for unknown reasons. Work continued on for everyone except for Harvey, Donna, and Rachel. For them, they still felt the emptiness of Mike's disappearance from Pearson Darby. Even the associates noticed Harvey Specter trying to live up to his name. He was a spectre that no one saw. Any and all of the work that he needed done were ran by Donna and none of the associates or paralegals saw him. Until three days later when they saw him rushing from his office to get to the lifts.

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Three days later

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Mike was always at the hospital at exactly 2.00 pm every day for the last three weeks for chemotherapy and radiation for four days per week. His cycles for chemotherapy last for three and a half weeks and a month in between. It was difficult to say the least to follow a routine when for the last year and a half he didn't even have a routine. All he did day and night was following what Harvey and/or Louis was making him do. However, he made sure though that he would be there on time for his treatment. It was not something that he could be late for.

He usually takes a cab to get to the hospital, but he had spare time so he just walked to the hospital. Nearly every day, Mike would catch himself thinking of what ifs. It was a bout of melancholy that would make him consider not taking the treatments anymore. But then he'd catch a glimpse of a picture of Grammy, and he's think that she would want him to try to live. Even today, with him walking, he would drift to his what ifs again. Because of it, he didn't see the pedestrian light going red, or the car speeding towards him.

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Harvey wasn't doing anything in particular. He was just standing by his windows overlooking Manhattan. It wasn't really a surprise when he had a call; he always gets calls from clients. What was different was that the number wasn't any he could recognize.

"This is Harvey Specter."

"Mr Specter, we're calling you on behalf of a Mr Michael Ross. You were listed as his emergency contact."

"What's happened?" Harvey stood up from his chair and motioned for Donna to come inside.

"We're not allowed to divulge any information over the phone. However he was involved in a car accident at Madison Ave."

"What hospital is he in?" Harvey was already up and nearly running towards the elevators with Donna at his heels even before the woman finished her sentence.

"He's in Lenox Hill at 77th Street."

"Thank you."

After hanging up he told Donna to call Ray.

"He's waiting for you outside already," was Donna's immediate reply. "I've also moved all your remaining appointments for today."

Sometimes Harvey wondered how he came across Donna. She was a Godsend when he couldn't think properly.

"What's happened Harvey?" Donna asked him. It wasn't everyday that she saw Harvey this frazzled, no, she has never seen Harvey this frazzled.

"It's Mike. He's in the hospital. There was an accident and I was listed as his emergency contact." Harvey answered her. "I didn't even know that I was his emergency contact."

"Of course Mike would put you as his emergency contact." Donna said. "He didn't really have anyone did he, and he practically saw you as family anyway."

He didn't have time to think about what Donna said anymore because they arrived at the hospital already.

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Mike was barely coherent when the medic was asking him questions. It took all his might to not pass out and when he tried to answer the medic all that came out from his mouth was a whimper.

He felt the man put something on his neck. He tried to fight the darkness that was slowly filling his vision, but he couldn't anymore. The last words that he heard were the medic telling him that he'd be at the hospital soon. After that he couldn't fight anymore and instead he welcomed the darkness that was filling his vision.

His last thought was that he never got to talk to Harvey and that maybe the cancer wouldn't be the reason of his death.