The tears wanted to come out, but I held control on them. I heard a shift ahead of me and a small patter of footsteps. Daphne’s hands covered mine, causing me to look at them. They drifted upwards to her face, then her eyes. Those same eyes I fell in love with. To think that wasn’t too far-fetched for me. I knew that I loved her. My past of previous relationships, or lack there of in the case of Guinevere, showed just how differently I felt for Daphne. 