Daisy Duck Sad Novels & Stories

His voice was a bit teasing. Normally, he was used to seeing her strong, but now, seeing her cry, he wasn't used to it at all. The feeling of heartache came rushing back. "I'm happy so I'm crying. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to say this?" Daisy was both happy and angry. “Yeah, I know.” Atlas adjusted her hair and smiled lightly.

A strange premonition stirred within me. And then, during the artist's thank-you segment, we saw Grayson. He looked slightly tense, standing there as if unsure, yet the moment he saw us, tears shimmered in his eyes. Alicia froze. Grayson fumbled as he accepted the bouquet she offered, then pulled her into a fierce embrace. I could even see the clear drops of his tears falling onto her back. "I'm sorry, Alicia. Daddy lost you," he whispered, voice cracking. "Can you… give me another chance?"

“My back burns like hell, who the f*ck designed this punishment chair?!” She let out a quiet huff that might’ve been a laugh. “Try not to look like you’re planning a murder. We’re supposed to be exhausted employees, remember?” “I am exhausted,” I said. “That part’s not an act.” Daisy has been crying non-stop since dawn. Apparently, she was growing her first tooth. No one warned me that something so small could sound like the end of the world. I hadn’t slept. Not even a blink. Every time Daisy quieted down, I’d start to drift… only for her to cry again.

Bath time. The little everyday moments. That evening Daisy cried for the first time. Really cried. Roman found her sitting in the nursery. Looking at the rocking chair. Tears running silently down her face. Immediately his heart dropped. "Daisy?" She shook her head. Trying to stop. Failing. "I'm missing everything." The words came out broken. Roman crossed the room instantly. Wrapping his arms around her. "No you're not." "I am." "You're not." "I can't even take my daughter to the park."

He smiled gently at Daisy, sincerely saying, "I'm sorry. I got lost too far because I forgot that I have a home waiting for me here." Daisy bit her lower lip. She was still irritated and wanted to scold River, but her relief was even greater when she could finally see and touch River again. "I thought I'd been dumped," whispered Daisy, her eyes filled with tears. "You left me just like that even before one month. I thought I was so sick of you that you quickly grew tired of me."

“Excuse me, it looks like you’re drunk. You’re starting to talk nonsense…” “I’m not talking nonsense!” Daisy suddenly squatted down in front of Stella and looked at her with tears. She choked, “I don’t know why you haven’t contacted Mr. Ford for so many years, but I saw how sad he was for you. He was really broken… Please, just look at him again, okay?” Daisy said it with sincerity and a sore nose. She looked like she was about to cry.

The air felt colder without him in it. Then I heard Daisy crying. The sound cut straight through me. I ran to the guest room where we had slept and found her sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Mummy!” she sobbed. I rushed to her, scooping her into my arms and holding her tight against me. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. Mummy just stepped out for a bit.” I kissed her hair over and over. “I am here.”

Daisy was sitting on the couch now, hugging her teddy bear like it was the only thing holding her together. “Can I… can I talk to her?” he asked softly. I hesitated, but then I held the phone to Daisy, considering the look on her face. Her eyes were red and swollen from continous cry. “It’s Daddy,” I said gently, while she snatched the phone. Her eyes lit up with a painful brightness, and she grabbed the phone like it was lifeline. “Daddy?” Her voice cracked, tears still wet on her cheeks. I watched her speak to him, her words a mix of innocence and heartbreak. “I miss you. I want you to come back. I don’t care about the past.”

Daisy smiles broadly at me. "Look, I just wanted to say thank you," she says. "For sticking up for me and standing by me. I don't think my father would have forgiven me if you and Marcus hadn't backed me up so sincerely." She takes a deep breath, suddenly looking as if she might cry, and then continues. "They don't make cards that say 'sorry I tried to kill you,' funny enough," she says, giving me a watery grin. I grin back, tears pricking my own eyes. "But I am sorry.

Her eyes are filled with tears as well. I stand up and weep in her arms like a baby, burying my face in her shoulder. “Aunt, I don’t want to lose him.” She holds me tightly as tears continue to flow down my cheeks. “He’ll be okay, Daisy,” she whispers soothingly, rubbing my back. “Luke is a fighter. He’ll pull through.” “It’s all my fault that…” I let out a loud sob as I pull away from her. “That he is fighting for his life. I feel so guilty.”