david silver x donna martin


Donna: My grandmother died.

(They hug. Valerie watches from the stairs. Donna pulls away.)

Donna: Um…all of the arrangements have been made. The funeral is tomorrow at 11.

David: I’m sorry…

Donna: No. I am. I shouldn’t have come here.

Valerie: (After Donna leaves) You did the right thing. Letting her go.

David: …did I?

Valerie: Look, she has Noah, okay? And about the funeral. I’m not going. And I really don’t think you should either.

David: There is no reason why Donna and I can’t be part of each other’s lives.

Valerie: It’s a simple equation. Who has the higher value here? Her…or me?

David: You wanna turn this into a stupid little math problem? Fine. I loved her longer than I’ve known you.  We grew up together…we lived together…and I’m going to be there for her tomorrow whether you like it or not.

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