Monday, August 7th ~*~ Morning
Daphne couldn't put her finger on what, exactly, she'd been feeling since she woke up this morning. Almost like regret, which was silly because there would be other mornings just like this one. Nearly every Monday for months began this way so why was this one so different?
Relief wasn't quite right either. She was happy to be coming home, Daphne liked her flat, and while Harry's place was wonderful... it wasn't hers. At Harry's she was a visitor, no matter how welcome he made her feel or how much free rein she had. The last week had been different and fun, but she was still glad to be unlocking her own front door once more.
Reluctance? There had been a hint of that, yes, when she'd packed her things this morning. Who would expect any less given the week she'd spent with the man she loved.
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