When she gets home Bay is in her studio. Daphne storms past her. Bay exits the garage as Daphne heads towards the car. Bay catches her, as Daphne reaches her car. She touches her on the arm.
"What's wrong?" she questions.
Daphne's face is tear stained. "I just want to get out of here."
"Ok, but you can't drive like that. I'll take you wherever you want to go. We don't have to talk, you can just ride."
Daphne nods, handing the keys to Bay. Bay leads her to her car. Fifteen minutes into their ride Daphne finally says something.
"Wilke came back to town."
"When?"
"Last night," she answers.
"And he already broke your heart?"
"He's dead," she says flatly.
"What?"
Bay pulls over, into the parking lot of the mall. She puts the car into park. She looks over at Daphne.
"He's dead," she repeats.
"What happened?!"
"He was in a car accident when he was leaving here this morning."
"This morning? You and Wilke..."
"Does it matter now? He is dead. It is my fault."
"Daphne how is it your fault?"
"I told him he needed to go before John, and Kathryn got home."
"Daphne that was not your fault."
"If he hadn't been in a hurry to get out of here maybe he would have seen that the truck missed the stop sign."
"No. Daphne this is not your fault," she repeats.
"Bay, it doesn't matter how many times that you say it. You aren't going to change my mind."
"I am so sorry."
"I feel..." Daphne shakes her head, "I don't even know what I feel."
"Confused? Angry? Hurt?"
"All of the above," she admits.
"What about Jace?"
She shrugs, "I can't even think about him right now."
"I want to say something, but you need to hear me out."
"Ok," she nods.
"Wilke was wrong for you in a lot of ways. That being said, I can't help but wonder if things in your other relationships didn't work out, because somewhere inside you wanted him."
"It doesn't matter what I want now. He is dead. There is no going back."
"I am so sorry."
"Not as sorry as I am."
The next days involve a funeral, and Daphne hiding out in her room. She shuts the people who care about her out. The door to her room comes open. She's lying in bed with her covers over her head in the middle of the head.
"Go away."
"There is someone here to see you," Kathryn reveals.
"Tell them I don't want to see them."
Kathryn shakes her head, "Tell him yourself."
Jace comes into the room.
"Can we talk?" he asks.
"Jace I don't feel like talking."
"Look Daphne I understand what you're going through. I know that it's got to be tough to lose a friend all of a sudden like that."
She sits up on the side of the bed. "You don't understand anything."
"I understand that you're hurt. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. I will do whatever I can to make you feel better."
"I want you to go," she insists, coldly.
"Go? If you need some space you can have it."
"Jace I can't do this. I don't want to do this right now."
"Talk?"
"I don't want to be with you," she responds.
"Daphne..." he tries to reason with her.
"Wilke was more than a friend."
"You used to be involved? I know that."
"It's more than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever met someone who sticks around, in your head, in your heart, even after they leave the room, even after they leave you?"
He shrugs, "Yeah."
"Wilke was that person for me."
"You are telling me that you loved him?"
"I am telling you that I can't be with you. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to drag you down this road with me. It isn't fair for me to be with you right now, maybe ever."
"He's gone. You can't stop living because you lost him."
"It has been six days since he died. I think that I am entitled to have a little more time than that to grieve his loss."
"Ok. You know what, take all of the time that you need."
"Don't wait around for me."
"Daphne, please."
"No. Just go."
He turns and leaves the room, with his nostrils flaring. Kathryn returns to the room. She looks at Daphne who wears pajama bottoms, and a hooded sweatshirt.
"He looked angry."
"I told him that I needed space."
"You broke up with him?"
"Now just isn't a good time for me to be in a relationship."
"I can respect that."
"But?"
"You have been lying in bed for days. You haven't changed your clothes since yesterday. You can hate me all that you want, but you need to get out of bed. Get out of bed, take a shower, get dressed, and eat something. That is all I expect out of you today. I understand that you are grieving, but you can't stop living."
"I..."
"Go," Kathryn points to the bathroom.
