Novel & Cerita Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad

He could hear Master X’s words from this morning still repeating in his head, and seeing his adopted father and Aria in front of him felt like torture—he was suffocating. “Ariana,” Mr. Morgan repeated, his voice full of nostalgia, and his gaze was also full of longing. “You reminded me of someone I knew in the past. I hope I didn't scare you,” he said, his whole body exuding a sense of melancholy. “No, you didn't,” Aria said politely. She couldn't help but see the extreme sadness radiating off the man, and she subconsciously wanted to comfort him. She didn't understand it, but she didn't want to see him looking so sad. It made her sad too. It was as if she shared his grief and his pain altog

How calming compared to the expanse of silent sky behind him. "I will not take my own life," he whispered flatly. I blinked rapidly. "Ah… okay, sorry for being so rude to you." The distance between reality was further shattered by a brief, hollow laugh. "Not entirely wrong. Besides, I was already dying." "Excuse me?" Arthur held one of my shoulders, looking down dejectedly. "Before I run out, I want to leave all this wealth behind." He looked up, smoothing his hair, leaving behind a natural sexiness, while I, dumbfounded, understood with trepidation.

He hadn't even changed his shirt which was stained with blood and had already dried again. Morgan took Sarena's hand, careful not to disturb the IV tube stuck in her arm. "Baby, my love, I'm sorry," Morgan whispered. "I will never forgive myself if something happens to you. I'm sorry." Morgan hasn't cried since he was six years old. He learned to bear whatever hardship and pain he felt alone. He's not a spoiled child like Logan who always runs into his mother's arms even if it's just for a barely visible scratch.

He felt Argos’s eyes on him, heavy with scrutiny and, perhaps, a trace of disappointment. Argos shook his head, crossing his arms. "Morgan, curses don’t die with time. They linger, they fester. You can’t allow your feelings for her to cloud your judgment.” Morgan looked away, unable to meet his brother's gaze. He couldn’t deny that there had always been something unspoken between him and Lilian—a bond he hadn’t allowed himself to fully understand until now. A connection that now felt ripped and tattered, leaving an emptiness he wasn’t sure he could bear.

Posey I lean on the door and take several aching breaths as Aris’s muffled voice replies to Morgan’s incessant questions. “I wanted you, and you didn’t want me.” I close my eyes against the memory of his omission, but the words bounce through my skull, funneling deep into my gray matter, where hurt blooms into regret. To make matters worse, knowing what I know now… I hear Aris say, “What can I do to please you, Morgan?” and it wrecks me more than anything I’ve ever felt or ever known. He sounds so defeated. So tired and broken, and it’s my fault.

No one makes space for us. No one asks us to speak. We dance anyway—badly, joyfully, unnoticed. At one point, I realize I haven’t felt the Veil in hours. Not because it’s gone. Because I’m not reaching for it. — Later, breathless and warm, Arthur leans close. “I used to think meaning had to be heavy,” he says. “Like if it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t real.” “And now?” I ask. “And now I think pain just got good at lying about its importance.”

I couldn’t bear the thought and a sob escaped me. Logan excused himself from the room and I stayed glued to my dad. I was not going to let him out of my sight. This wouldn’t have happened if only I was around. Arthur suffers from cardiac arrest ever since he lost his wife and then later when he lost his daughter it got worse. When I first met him I could tell from his eyes that he was missing something, and whenever he was with me his eyes showed some kind of glitter. Even if I wasn’t fully recovered I entertained his company. He would always apologize when he was going to leave me to rest and say that he is just an old man that forgets he has to give me time to rest.

She looked hopeful at first, but after watching me, her eyes became dead as the light of the little hope she had, left them. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes after laughing hard before I cleared my throat and shake my head at her. “It was the last thing that can cross my mind, to be honest.” “Avery..” Morgan calmed herself and for some reason, it pains me to see her not being bothered by whatever my reaction would be after she lost her small hopes. “I know what I did to you was cruel---”

I looked back at him, my smile returning, though it was tinged with sadness. "I just… I miss my mom." Arthur’s expression softened, his concern turning into a look of understanding. He nodded, standing there quietly for a moment before opening his arms, offering me a comforting embrace. "Come here," he said softly, his voice gentle but insistent. I rolled my eyes playfully, trying to brush off the moment, but I couldn’t help it—Arthur’s sincerity always had a way of breaking through my defenses. I gave him a knowing look, pretending to resist.

he said to him. He sighed. “Mr Morgan, you are also working on an egg shell. I can take you down if I wish,” he said to him. Morgan's face grimaced with a half smile. “Taking me down will also mean your fall. What do you think?” He said to him. He bit his lip and grinded his teeth together. “This is not fair!” He yelled at him. “Don't be angry! Everything in this world is fair game,” he said to him.