The worst part was that she could see he believed his words, but she couldn't. He would see in time, when he found somebody who would actually be what he needed, who could give him what he didn't yet realize what he was missing; that she wasn't it.

Winnie paused by the doorframe, intent on at least grabbing her gin from the kitchen before leaving; she would need it tonight. "I love you too," she said over her shoulder. "I hope one day you'll understand that's why I have to go." Maybe not for a long while, but eventually he would see the reasons why she had done what she had. When the anger and hurt faded, when he was happy with someone else, when he moved into a house big enough to fit his little family, it would all make sense. She had to believe that, otherwise it would ruin her.

"Bye, Dory." She cast him one more sad smile before she bolted for the kitchen, disapparating soon after.