This is my first story. I apologize for the wrong grammar and such.

'Dear Mother,

I want to let you know that I lied. At this point, I know you're confused and mad. All these years, you have taken care of me, and I am happy. It's my birthday today. According to a book you gave me a few years ago, when you are already eighteen years old, you're a woman. I've grown up and I'm a woman like you now! Isn't it great? I painted the wall on top of the fireplace earlier and I'm now out of paint. You don't have to get one. Also, I know how much you hate Pascal so I have taken him with me.

I lied, mother. I told you yesterday that I will be the same daughter, that I will be the same happy person you've taken care of for all these years. I'm really sorry. I am really pressured being locked in this tower. Always following you and your commands every single day. My only wish is to get out of this tower and see the floating lights up close. You said no, and you thought I took it lightly. I smashed the mirror out of frustration. I only want the simplest adventure, and I think this is the biggest step for me.

I love you.

Rapunzel'

Gothel started tearing up when she got to the last part of the blood-stained letter. Rapunzel was a tool, but why is she crying? Is it because she doesn't have a flower to make her young?

Those questions made her doubt herself as she glanced at the lifeless body. The old woman kneeled down and placed Rapunzel's head on her lap. She noticed that her hair's fading to brown. 'Does it matter now?' Gothel brushed her daughter's hair to the side and cupped her green, empty eyes stared directly at hers. The witch admired every detail and said under her breath, "You are now wilted, my flower. I didn't water you with kindness when you needed it. Why did I waste such beauty?"

She sniffed and tried to held back her tears. Forcing herself not to care.
Yet those lifeless eyes are still begging for her to apologize and regret what she'd done. The old woman's age was finally catching up. Her hair started to become gray, the veins in her skin became obvious and she noticed that her voice has become raspy.

"Flower, gleam...and glow,
Let your...power shine...
Make...the clock re...reverse...
Bring back...what once..."

She bawled and leaned on Rapunzel's face. Her fingers are slowly fading into dust and her throat hurts every time she wanted to finish the whole song. Still, she tried:

"Bring back...the one...that was never mine..."

Gothel kept apologizing between sniffles and sobs. She's tried desperately even if it has no use. The mirror shard that Rapunzel used to stab herself reflected a light on the witch's face. For a few seconds, she stared at it. Then she grabbed it with her bare hands. Gothel didn't bleed; what came out of the wound was dust.

The old woman stared at her reflection and laughed at it. "You're a weed to her life, you're a monster." She held the shard up high before stabbing herself with it.

There was no blood, only ashes. The time she spent, the time she avoided...it finally caught up with her. What's left on the ground was a dark blue cape and a beautiful, lifeless body.