Daphne started shaking her head even though she let him finish his thoughts. He was wrong about this - the dance had to be perfect. Because of the music, because of everything she had put into it. Because she thought of him every time she went with the choreography. She had failed at being a decent girlfriend. There was no way she could have failed at this.
Without thinking, she reached out and touched his arm lightly. "You did what you had to do. What you thought was right." she murmured softly, gazing up at him. "You were hurt and rightfully so. I wasn't a good girlfriend to you and you deserved so much more." She paused and chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her hand still resting on his arm. After a moment, she exhaled softly.
"I miss you, Theodore. I've missed you ever since I walked out of that flat." She finally shifted her gaze away, staring at a spot on the floor. "I'm hard on myself because I deserved it. Everything that happened, I deserved. And I've been kicking myself these last few weeks due to it." There. She had said it out loud. Now he could walk away if he wanted to. She still wouldn't blame him.