DUCKTALES: WEBBY HAS SISTERS!!!

Papercuts Sting Part 2

Dewey's POV

I've always thought that loving someone was the best feeling in the world. 

I guess I've been lying to myself the entire time.

The truth is love hurts. Very badly.

Especially to the point where you loved someone so much only to the point that they throw it back at you. Now all that's left of my shattered heart is still with her. Because even though she broke it, my heart will always belong to her. Every single piece of it.

And now she leaves me with only tears and an empty spot where love should be.

I'm not going to mention her name. That hurts to much. I fear if I do it might reduce me to tears. That my brothers and friends shall know how many pieces she left me in.

Two.

There are two pieces. The one that despises her and her words and the one that yearns for het and her sweet embrace. I wish I knew which one to follow.

My sweet darling left me nothing but a loathsome goodbye, but I still hope for her return.

To start over and forget the letter. To continue with our friendlier days. To the days where she loved me.

No.

I shall turn my back on her like she did me. 

No!

I love her too much. I need answers! I look down at the crumpled paper in my hand. I had thrown it away earlier only to dig it up again. I needed to find a sign. Any sign to explain why she left. I examined it closely and saw dried sploshes on the paper. She was never sloppy unless....... she was crying. 

I don't know why that gave me hope. I wanted to do nothing buy wipe her tears away. But this new found revelation gave me a chance. She  might've not been willing!

But there was a chance that she had. And those tears came from laughter instead.

I'm hoping for the best as I run to Cookie's side of the tent. As I yell out, two other voices join simultaneously, "I need answers!'

Louie's POV

Crap.

Let me back up for a bit.

I was sitting in my tent thinking of Webby. How could she just go off alone like that. Where was the common sense in that?She'd get herself killed that way!

As I was quietly monologuing to myself, I felt an unknown presence come in. Kristy sat down next me looking just as troubled as I felt. Before I could say anything she was already ranting.

"HOW COULD SHE JUST  LEAVE LIKE THAT! SHE'S ALWAYS DOING THIS. DOESN'T SHE CARE ABOUT HOW WE FEEL!? I KNOW SHE WANTED US TO BE SAFE AND HAPPY, BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL USELESS WHEN  I KNOW SHE'S OFF AND FIGHTING ON HER OWN. MORGANA'S A TWISTED PERSON. SHE KNEW WEBBY WOULD DO THIS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WASN'T ABLE TO STOP HER IN TIME. I CAN'T BELIEVE WEBBY WOULD JUST ENTER HER TRAP LIKE THAT! AND OH IT HURTS SO MUCH JUST SITTING HERE, SHE COULD BE DEAD!I just want to help her...." Kristy was full on sobbing. Her words turning into little hiccups.

I pulled her into a hug. Softly patting her back as her tears wet my shoulder.  She started to calm down a bit. We stayed there for a little more time. Soon she was softly resting. Her eyes fluttered in exhaustion. I could tell she was trying hard to stop from falling asleep. She looked to me with her red eyes.

"Go see Cookie and ask him for answers" her voice was still hoarse from sobbing . "Tell him you want to learn about the incident. I think it's time you know" And like that she fell asleep.