Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

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

Her mother didn't stop her, she allowed her to shed her sorrows away. “Am I a failure mother?” She asked, trying not to cry more. “You're Irish, One of the strongest and independent lady I've seen. I'd not suggest you calling yourself a failure because you're not” Of course, she believed that's what it should be. No one will talk to her fairly and say she's a failure. “Oh mother!, I think Sir Morgan is haunting me”. “If he's haunting you then be strong and let him know you're too strong to be haunted, Morgan wanted an advantage of you. You turned it down because that's not what you wanted.....”

“I’m sorry.” Morgan shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, it’s my psychological issue that won’t allow me to do what we might have done.” Now I was baffled. What problem was she talking about? “Can I ask what problem? I mean you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Morgan stood up, looked over to make sure that Hope was still asleep, then sat down on the chair by her desk. “It’s retarded. I’m sure you’ve never had girls say no to you before or at least not on second base.”

''Arthur you are here happy birthday sorry i cannot greet you now '' she uttered . ''You don't have to but why are you like this are you suffocating ? tell me '' he said to her . ''I have something important to tell you i don't have much time left to live now i am sorry i have'nt said this to you earlier forgive me '' she uttered breathelessly . ''What do you mean by that ? do you have a disase or something ?'' asked Arthur . ''Yes this is an unknow disease your father used to treat me but now he's not here to cure me now '' he uttered . ''I can treat you tell me '' he said.

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.

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.

"We're the dirty ones, huh? We're not related by blood, nor were we ever involved with each other like you and Shawna were. Nothing ever happened between us, so stop insulting Leona!" I didn't know why, but Arthur's words no longer bothered me. Maybe I was just used to him always being mean to me… or maybe I'd stopped caring about him. He fell silent as he stared at the sky. Suddenly, tears streamed down his face. "Why do I keep doing these dumb things? Why am I not the one who died?"