Disclaimer: Darkwing Duck belongs to Tad Stones and the Walt Disney Company

A/N: A short little One-shot from Gosalyn's POV. Choppy and broken, just as any child will be after losing someone so close, with little clues to what happened.

Losing You

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It happened so fast. I hardly had time to register…

He dropped to his knees, one arm wrapped tightly around his chest, and instantly found my eyes.

He knew.

The expression on his face, for a split second, was surprise… then pain….the last was…sadness? Regret? Longing? I'm still not sure.

The blood.

I had so much hope.

I thought nothing could ever hurt him.

I thought nothing could take him away from me.

He was Darkwing Duck the masked vigilante of St. Canard, and nothing bad ever happens to the good guys...

He always seemed to get back up before.

Every night I would have the same nightmare and lie awake until morning wondering why. Why was that time so different? Why did it have to be then?

What went wrong?

Was it me?

I would run it again and again…over and over…

There had to be a reason. It had to be something I had said or done.

I shouldn't have talked back to him that morning.

I shouldn't have gotten in trouble at school.

I should have told him how much I loved him that night instead of stalking out before him and slamming the door in his face because I was still mad at him for grounding me.

I take in a sharp gasp, forgetting to breathe.

I still have Launchpad.

I still have the Muddlefoots.

I still have…. I still have…

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't make a difference.

I want him.

I want my father.

I missed almost a month of school after that. When I returned, all the kids looked at me funny and whispered as I passed them in the hallways.

They know too.

So do the teachers.

They all gave their condolences either in a written card or to my face in private.

They all told me they were there if I needed them.

Why doesn't anyone understand?

Why won't they just leave me alone?

For over a year now, Launchpad sits in the chair next to my bed before I fall asleep…every night.

I love Launchpad. He's like a big brother to me and now he's my guardian.

But he's not Dad.

I wish Dad was here.

I know if Dad was here he would understand. Darkwing Duck would know what to do. He would know what to say to the guidance counselors. He would know what to say to the teachers, the nosy kids, the police, the…the…

I was by his side as he slipped away.

He didn't say anything.

He couldn't.

He just squeezed my hand until he no longer could.

Then he was gone.

Dad, I wish you were here.

I wish I could say I'm sorry.

I hope you forgive me.

For a few months I thought to myself that maybe if I was sorry enough you would come back.

You would be alive.

But I know that's foolish.

You can't come back.

You'll never come back.

I pull the cover over my head so Launchpad doesn't hear me crying. I don't want him to worry. He has enough to deal with lately.

Someday I'll come out of the covers. Someday I'll face the guidance counselors, the nosy kids, and police.

Someday I'll see you again, I hope, and I'll tell you in person how sorry I am.

I know you'll forgive me.

I love you,

Gosalyn.