I absolutely love this movie. Really.
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She sits there on the cold tile floor, dim light surrounding her as she holds Eugene in her arms. His breathing shudders and finally halts, blood seeping out from his stomach and through his white shirt. She bends her head forward, newly shorn lock of hair falling into his face.
The broken glass and cut hair are on the floor around her, creating a look of chaos that is echoed in her soul. It's all her fault, she knows, and now she has no one to turn to for help. Mother Gothel is gone, and Eugene isn't coming back.
At least he came back for her while he could, she thinks. She knows that if it was possible, he'd return again. But not even Flynn Rider can escape death, no matter how invincible he thinks himself to be. The fabric of his vest is rough on her arms and she feels the heavy lump gather in her throat, hot tears stinging her eyes.
Nothing's easy in this world, she knows. But she never thought it'd be this hard, either.
Her hair had always been her gatekeeper - the reason she couldn't leave this tower. She'd always wished for it to disappear, to be gone. Now that it is, she can't help but wish desperately for it back. It feels like the universe is playing a huge cosmic joke on her now, and she vaguely wonders if this is just payback for what she did wrong.
What once was mine, she thinks, recalling the song.
The problem is, he never was hers. They tried. They really did. And for a few seconds on that boat, surrounded by softly glowing lanterns and new dreams, they got so close she could taste it. They were almost there... but then reality decided to step in.
They couldn't keep running forever, she knew. But now, she wishes they'd tried harder. They could've run as far and wide as the ends of the world. She would've gone, royal heritage be damned. Eugene was all that mattered, even then. She doesn't know when he became the focus of her life, but she doesn't want to remember a time before that.
She lets a tear fall onto his cheek, a bitter taste filling her mouth as brown locks of hair obscure her vision.
Yeah, this one's angsty. I'll make the next one happier, probably.
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