Donna and Robert stood in the silence of the kitchen, the weight of the world on their shoulders. They couldn't afford to fall apart now.

                               "I'm-I'm not gonna turn around now." She whispered.

                               "Me neither." Said Robert. "Are we gonna be okay?"

                                Donna gave one of her famous half-hearted smiles. "I...I don't know." That was as good an answer as he could expect in this moment. They both knew that he loved Jean and Donna, and now it had been said that Donna felt nothing for Robert and there were still roses in the trash that had come from a man who was sure to step in and try and tear things apart.

                                  Without another word, the pair exited the house. As they approached Robert's truck, he caught sight of a certain redhead in thigh-high boots headed for her own car. She never even looked up, just kept her gaze ahead of her, getting in and putting her car in drive. He would never touch her, never kiss her lips again. He forced himself to turn away, looking right into Donna's observing eyes. They held no sadness and no anger, just...looked on.

                                  "Come on," She whispered, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leading him to the truck.

                                 She knew that someday they'd no longer be married, it was just a matter of when.

                                  When night came Donna slipped her nightgown on and rubbed some body lotion on her legs. She got in bed first, while Robert showered. She thought about Beau's confession to her, that he regretted leaving when she begged him to stay, that he still had feelings for her and always did. A part of her wondered what would be different, if she were laying in bed, on the other side of town, with a different ring, and waiting for a different husband to come out of the shower.

                                  She remembered Robert's words, "You deserve to be with someone you can look at everyday and say you love him." All four of the poor souls involved deserved that kind of closure, but fate simply wouldn't allow it. Donna had up to this point denied to Robert and herself the possibility of her feeling anything for Beau, because it was too much. She couldn't be like Robert, and cope with a loveless marriage while watching someone she actually cared about from afar.

                                  Robert came out quietly, and watched his wife look down at her ring. "You thinking about him?" He asked sadly. He knew the answer to that already, but for some reason he wanted to hear her say it.

                                   "Yeah," She whispered with a single nod. Robert nodded and got in bed beside her. He reached over and turned out his bedside lamp.