All the usual disclaimers, WW belongs to Aaron Sorkin, ect.
Donna opened the door to Josh's office, a beam of light piercing the darkness
Josh sat leaning over in his chair, head pillowed by his hands on the desk.
The soft sounds of his breathing came to her from across the room.
Her heart trembled at the sound, ears straining to hear it again and again,
She crept up beside him, careful not to make a sound.
She watched him as he slept; though only minutes had passed it seemed she
His face had once been all fun and games, innocent boyhood hadn't ever left.
Now, though it remained boyish, a shadow had fallen across it, wrought by the
Donna felt her heart ache with all the memories and feelings it held.
Why are we here, if not to love, and be loved? It is the essence of our
"I love you," she whispered, gently caressing his bent head.
Safe to open her heart, only now when he could not hear her tender words.
She closed the door softly, then opened it a crack.
She couldn't bear for him to wake up in darkness; as long as she had a breath
Donna went back to work.
The tiny beam of light fell across Josh's face.
His eyes slowly opened, and he whispered to the empty room,
"My Donna, I love you, too."