She knew it was coming.
Ever since she rescued Granny, she knew she would have to eventually decide.
And now it was time.
She pondered everything, considering everything that would happen if she stayed (Happy Daphne. Chaos. The feeling of everyone in town hating you. The struggle to survive. Never leaving.), except for one factor, because she couldn't even think about a world without him.
But she also thought about what would happen if she left (Mad Daphne. No Granny. Friends. Normal life. Her Dad. Regular food. People her age.).
The pros outweighed the cons, and if you looked at it from that angle, she would be gone.
But...
His face, the look fear in his eyes, the ache in his voice. She just couldn't. It hurt too much. The words came out before she even thought about them.
"I'm staying."