Forty-three. That was the number of DVD’s he had on his shelf. It was also the amount of seconds neither of them had said anything. She could not bare to look at him and letting her mind wonder was not an option so she did what she always did in these situations; she put all her concentration towards counting the first thing her eyes fell upon. Now that she did not have anything to focus on however, the silent was getting unbearable. As much as she had promised herself she would not cry in front of him, she could feel a hot stream of tears running down her face. She held her breath. Silence. There was nothing left to say. She got up and was walking towards the door when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. He turned her around to face him and for the first time that evening she looked him straight into the eyes. The pain was overwhelming. Why did he do it? Did he really think she would not find out? All the trust she had carefully put into him over the years; gone. She tried to get his hands off of her but he would not loosen his grip. He begged her to stay, said how he never meant for any of it to hurt her, admitted fault to everything and apologised over and over again. Even he began to cry while she was sobbing, still struggling to free her arm. Part of her wanted to run away, needed time to think about things, needed to be alone; yet another part just wanted comfort, wanted to feel his warm embrace, his lips upon hers. It was not that easy though. She could not just forgive him and move on like it did not happen. Jimmy was dead and nothing could change that.