Have you ever wondered what your past life was like? If reincarnation is real, how was our life before? Were we the same?
Sun Williams had a reincarnation type of experience, but she didn't exactly die.
If the person you love the most has the chance...
This is a double update! Go check chapter 5 if you haven't <3
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I know I have said a lot of times how I love Tangled and how her story it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but to love something and then to my life to become like her's is completely different.
I mean don't get me wrong, she fell in love, in one day, with the guy that basically brainwashed her to do all these things just for a crown and then she turned him into a softy that would do anything for her. And I for some weird reason find that romantic and I'll love to be her for that part of the story, but not for the part where she is locked in a tower for eighteen years.
I mean I have been locked in my house for two weeks and I am already going insane.
I used to have a routine. I wake up early, put on some sports clothes and then I'll go out for a walk with Luna, some other time Niall and Louis would come to the house and we would do some boxing after my walk. I then take a shower and have breakfast. Sometimes I'll read a book after or go straight to my studio and stay there all day long until Niall comes for me to hang out or to go to the club.
I know it was a very simple and a bit boring routing but when you have the life I have where in some way you have a lot of limitations, my routine was very satisfying.
But now I don't even get to do my lame routine because I'm stuck in my house.
It's been two weeks of not doing my morning walk with Luna, we only get to go to the field in the back of the house and only if we are with Rob and some other big guys that work with my grandfather.
Two week of me not being able to go out with Niall and Louis and I don't even see them that much either because my grandfather has them working more now.
And I guess you can say that I still have my studio where I can paint, but yesterday I ran out of canvas and I sent one of my grandfather's men to get me more but they brought the wrong kind and I don't like to paint in those. Beside the point that my inspiration and motivation to paint has run out as well for the first time in my life.
So I guess we can conclude that I'm currently living the part in Rapunsel's life that I didn't want to experience. Except that I'm more dramatic than her because it's been only two weeks and I'm already going insane and she managed to do this for eighteen years.
I open my eyes to see the ceiling of my studio. It's six in the afternoon and I'm laying on the floor trying not to lose my shit and destroy everything that is in this room.
The orange light from the sunset is coming in from the big window in the left wall in the room.
Luna is laying next to me looking just as bored as I am. She is looking at me with tired eyes and a really bored expression.
The room smells like paint and paint remover. I love these smells but right now it's giving me a headache.
