Now on Season 2!
Growing up as the only daughter of a New York City's Wall Street Mogul and Fashion obsessed mother, Daisy Astor never had a stable home life. She was used to not knowing about her parent's whereabouts as they jetted around the world...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Life was hard.
That was something that Daisy Astor learned early on in life. You could have all the privileges in the world, but still feel the darkness consume you from within.
But Daisy Astor had never known true pain – true loss – until Susannah Fisher died.
She was in class when she received the call — boredly doodling around in her notebook, as her Professor was trying to teach them about Aristoteles. Her phone was on silent, but the name flashing at her face made her stomach churn in more ways than one.
Conrad Fisher.
It was as if someone punched her in her guts, seeing those 12 letters spelt out evenly on her phone. It took her 5 seconds to find the strength in her legs to stand up, trying to silently leave the lecture hall.
"Hey," she breathed out, as she crossed her arm over her stomach, the other hand pressing the cold display onto her cheeks.
'We will figure it out together,' the memories of last summer were ever so prominent in her mind. His words of love echoing in the empty chambers of her heart.
"Daisy," she could hear Conrads shakey voice reply. He had been crying, she could instantly tell. She hated how worried she got, even after he broke her heart.
'I promise you I will never hurt you,' lies that haunted her every day, every second of the day.
"What's wrong? Is Susannah alright?" Daisy instantly replied, her heart beat picking up quickly.
"D-Daisy," Conrad tried again, his voice failing him, "She died."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It hasn't even been a month since that phone call. A month which passed by Daisy in a foggy bliss. She hid it all. Her feelings for Conrad, her worries about him and Jeremiah (hell, even Belly and Steven) and her loss of the closest thing she had to a maternal figure in her entire life.
Shortly after, she had travelled to Boston with her grandparents. For a day, it was as if Conrad had never left her. She took care of him, made sure he ate, hugged Jeremiah, and cried for Susannah. But when she left, all the pain faded into an empty hole filling her heart. She couldn't feel anything. She came back to campus, did her exams, bid her goodbyes to her friends and was left the only one in her dormitory by August 29.
Well, not completely alone.
The past eleven months had changed Daisy. She wasn't the same girl that had left Cousins in August. So with that, her environment had changed as well. She befriended Kendall Irwin, an Australian girl who moved from Sydney to New Haven to attend her first year at Yale. And with her, came Kendall's best friend, Ashton Blake.
They befriended each other during their orientation week, Kendall being instantly intrigued by the blonde New Yorker. It was a great match from the very beginning, where Daisy liked to follow rules, Kendall liked to break them.
Ashton was with them from day one as well. Even though his intentions were never honourably with Daisy, he never made a move until the blonde became single.
He kissed her for the first time on April 2nd. One day after Conrad Fisher tore her heart out, stamped on it and drove himself back to Brown. She wasn't planning on it. And she definitely would not call it moving on. But Ashton was fun, and easy. The opposite of what her relationship to Conrad had been. So she went with it. Drowning her tears in parties, kisses, loud music and the wrong crowd.
Daisy was being consumed by her pain and no one seemed to notice.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A/N: IT'S BEEN SOME TIME! BUT WELCOME BACK!
I know, I know - Daisy is WAY different from last season! But it felt wrong to follow the same aesthetic and path when she suffered so much.
