I've hated it since I came back.
She's taken everything from me; Pascal, my freedom, my paints, my books, and anything else I could use to have even a shred of contentment. I'm left here with only my voice in the middle of a lagoon. I want to leave so bad, to reunite with my real family, the people I was taken away from. To think I was as close to my real home as I was leaves me with nothing but despair.
She was my home once; my family. But the meaning of family shifts when your life has been a lie. I wish I could separate her into her two personalities–before and after, but now the lines blur more than I remember and life reminds me once again she was who I should have been running from.
I am a Princess. The lost Princess at that. What would my life have been like if I had grown up a royal? Would I have ever met Eugene? If not, I sincerely doubt there is anyone who could compare to his fun and sweet personality. I miss him. Actually having someone to talk to was nice for a change. But he's dead now, as far as I know, I hope someone came and helped him but that's all I can do.
Hope.
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Dear Rapunzel,
FanfictionWhat if Eugene had been left to die in that tower. What if mother Gothel had taken Rapunzel far away from anything that could help her. What if the only thing either of them had was their will. All these chapters are extremely short FYI
