Daphne couldn't remember being so angry. "We're from two different worlds! Why did we ever think we could see eye-to-eye on anything? Just get out!"
Niles jumped, not used to hearing his wife yell at him like that. He'd always known she had a temper and liked to speak her mind. But he usually wasn't the target of her anger. "Daphne, please-"
"I said, get out!" Daphne repeated.
"All right. If that's what you want." Niles turned and put a hand on the doorknob. Just before turning it, he looked back one more time, hoping she would stop him. When it was clear she wasn't going to, he walked out. How had this happened? The argument had started over something trivial. Before either of them knew it, it had gotten out of hand. Now what was he supposed to do? He thought about going to Frasier's. It was his home away from home. But he knew his father and brother would both try to give him advice, and he couldn't stomach the idea of hearing that. Without even realizing it, Niles made his way down to the garage and to his car. He began driving aimlessly. But when he realized he was heading for Nervosa, he pulled over. Perhaps a cup of coffee would clear his mind and help him think.
He opened the cafe door and stopped for a moment. He could recall coming here so many times over the years, seeing Daphne sitting at a table with his father and brother. She was always so glad to see him. No matter how lonely or hurt he was, she always knew how to make him feel better. She was his one comfort, but right now, she was the source of his pain.
Instinctively, he walked toward the counter and ordered his usual drink. He could do this in his sleep, which was more or less what he was doing right now.
"Are you all right, Dr. Crane?" the barista asked as he handed Niles his drink.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Niles sniffled to avoid the nosebleed. He then took his drink to the nearest table and sat down. Once again, Daphne filled his thoughts. He could still recall the first time he'd met her. Almost immediately, he was captivated. He found himself spending more and more time at Frasier's. Not only did he and Daphne become good friends, but his relationships with his father and brother improved as well. He had so much to thank her for. He could never tell her how he felt, because it would take a lifetime to say everything to her. But, slowly, an idea began to form. Maybe he couldn't say it, but he could certainly write it.
He flagged down a passing barista and asked if he could borrow some paper and a pen. The barista gave him an odd look. But since he was such a good customer, he was soon given a pad and a pen.
My Dearest Daphne,
You were right when you said that we're from two different worlds. There's no denying that we're different. But while you see it as an obstacle, I see it as the reason we fit so well together. Frasier and I spend a lot of time around wealthy people who are involved in Seattle's wine and opera communities. They're nice people, but after a while, one begins to notice that they care more for a person's net worth than what's in their heart.
That's why I've always thought you were so special. Compared to most of the women I've known, you were a breath of fresh air. Life with Dad and Frasier isn't always a picnic. But somehow, you've always had a positive outlook. You make me laugh, and you make me believe I can be more than just a stuffed shirt.
I have to admit that I can barely recall what I said to you which angered you so much. But whatever it is, I'm sorry. It breaks my heart to know that I've hurt you. I love you. Before we came together, I went through my share of bad relationships. The lesson I've learned from that is that life without you would be miserable. I know you've always dreamed of finding your happy ending. It might not be easy, but I think we can get there. All we have to do is try. Please give me another chance.
I can't promise that I'll never hurt you again, but I will do my best, because I know that's what you deserve. I love you always.
Yours Forever,
Niles
He read the words over and over. He felt sure that he'd told her everything that was in his heart. Now all he could do was hope that she would accept his sincere apology.