She didn't even know how long she had been up there. Not very long, though the longer she stayed, the colder and damper it got. Eventually, she'd have to go back inside and get some sleep before leaving in the morning, but honestly, the fresh air was sort of helping her. That and it kept her away from things that were bothering her. For example, an empty bed. She was there with Harry when he had to leave and he didn't even have the decency to be there when she needed him the most?
Daphne sighed at this thought, wondering if maybe falling so quickly was a bad idea. Probably. No, definitely. She knew she'd get hurt and she only thought of herself. To be with someone she thought would love her unconditionally. Ha, there was no such thing. And all these thoughts flooded into her head, forcing her to cry even harder. Bloody hell, she couldn't even give herself a rest. Harry loved her, he said he did and she believed him. Just like he should have believed her when she said France would be different this time.
However, those thoughts were shattered when she heard him apparate up there. At first, it caused her to jump, but she knew it was him and didn't bother to look at him, only wiped her tears away and tried to make it look like she hadn't been crying at all. After a moment of trying to compose herself, Daphne finally spoke, though her voice quiet and empty as she hid her emotions.
"How was work?" she asked, lifting her head and looking out at their property below. Her knees were resting against her chest and her arms on top of them to keep her warm. Harry's blanket had been doing the trick, but this just helped.