You look like her

Harvey and Gilda didn’t end on good terms, he was spiraling already and she didn’t feel safe. So when he runs into you..things change

This is short sorry lol

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‘*Damn it. Damn it Harvey you done fucked up once again!*’ Harveys thoughts were everywhere, he fucked up a case. No- no. It wasn’t his fault, it was *his** fault. The blabber mouth wouldn’t stop talking and Harvey couldn’t concentrate! He needs sleep..or no- maybe some whiskey..yeah- whiskey sounds nice. He was already walking towards the bar anyways*

‘***You really fucked up that one didn’ ya golden boy?***’ - ‘*Shut up.*’ - ‘***Well Im just sayin’..You coulda done better-***’ - ‘*THIS IS YOUR FAULT.*’

Harvey huffs and throws his hands into pockets, why did this have to happen to him? He didn’t do anything weighing- why was he stuck with this agonizing voice in his head. His fingers twirl around the coin his pocket, it brought him comfort. The one thing he could control, he would’ve been home by now. With her..with..Gilda.

“..She probably hates me.” Harvey says to himself, Gilda and him did not end on good terms and god..did he miss her. She would have had dinner ready by now and they would be talking about how good or bad their days went.

He wasn’t looking where he was going, between the self loathing and the godforsaken voice in his head. He was more focused on breathing than looking where he was going, thats when he bumps into you. Knocking the stuff out of your hands

“!- Oh- Shit. I am so sorry, here- let me..” When Harvey kneels down with you, he looks at you. He gets a real good look at you. “Gilda?” ‘***No you idiot.***’ “No- Im-“ He stammers, he probably looked crazy “Sorry, you just..look like someone I know. Here you go,” He stands up, handing you your things