[For Kon]

[happy_dsign]

All things considered, Daphne had liked Victorian island better than Wild West island. The clothes had been more flattering, for one. She'd preferred the scenery, too. But no one had consulted her, so she was making the best of things.

She was dressed in a dress that made her feel a little silly, a matching bonnet that did at least keep the sun off her face, and calf-high lace-up boots, sturdy and sensible. She had a book tucked under one arm and a basket with some muffins and cheese and bread and juice, in case she got hungry. She wandered the settlement for a while before finally finding a bench in the shade of one of the buildings. She tucked the basket beneath the bench, settled down comfortably, and began to read Tom Sawyer.

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[not_the_s]

Kon opened his mouth and then shut it again when she looked away. He knew it did and yet he also knew that he'd dug his own grave. He tried to tell himself that it was going to be better this way. It was going to be better for her, at least. For him, it would just be like ripping off a bandaid millimeter by millimeter as excruciatingly slowly as possible. He just stood up and started walking away, looking back every few steps.

[happy_dsign]

Daphne kept her head down as she felt him stand up and start walking away, blinking a few times as her eyes prickled with unshed tears. Then she squared her shoulders and lifted her head, picking up her book again, though she had no desire to read anymore. She just sat and stared into the distance, considering how horribly that had all gone and hoping she hadn't just ruined their friendship by trying to make it more.