I will never stop fighting you.
Never.
I will knock every last bit of wind from your lungs and crush each of your bones into a bag of fine dust to paint with. The hair you use once a day will become my weapon. You will become weak without my hair. I wonder what will happen if I cut it?
What do you fear so much?
I have the control now.
You will dread rowing out into the middle of the lagoon where you have left me. You will make me detest you and turn away from what I used to think was a kind gentle mother. A pity I don't have anyone else to compare you to, don't you think?
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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
