That night after the dinner had been eaten and the dishes washed, Daphne headed for her bedroom. She couldn't ignore the hurt and slight anger she felt toward Niles. He'd said he would be over that evening and she could hardly wait to see him. She missed him so much. But hours had passed with no word from him at all. Pheraps the kisses and sweet words they shaerd earier were just a test of her vulnerability.
But he'd meant what he'd said, right? She knew in her heart that his words were sinceer, but the doubt still loomed in her mind. If he really loved her then why wasn't he here?
She needed him...
A few tears escaped and she rushed into her room, closing the door behind her. The I Love Seattle shirt lay on top of the pile of clean clothes and she lifted it out of the basket, clutching it to her chest. The fresh scent clung to the fabric and she quickly pulled thhe shirt over her head, smling when the hem fell to just above her knees. The shirt might seem unflattering to everyone else but whsn ehs looked into the mirror, she knew that it couldn't be more perfect.
Unable to control the yawn that exacped, she climbed into bed, pulling the comforter snuggly around her. But the extra warmth wasn't necessary as the shirt fell against her body. She could almost feel Niles beside her.
But with thoughts of him came a wave of sadness. She missed him so badly that it hurt, and again she wondered why he hadn't come.
Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she lay her head onto her pillow and closed her eyes, wondering when she would see him again.