Hey guys, so I had this idea floating around my head, and I wanted to start a new series. Please let me know if you like it! If you do, I will continue this series more! Thank you guys so much for all your support whether it is on this story or my other stories. It means sooo much to me! Thanks! This story takes place in the 1940s, during WWII.(This is slightly based off of one of my chapters from The Thief)

Rapunzel woke up in the middle of the night, her back soaked from sweat. Her love was out there fighting for God knows what. She sat in her dimly lit room, the back of her blue-laced pajamas soaking wet. Her hand. Her hand was shaking. She closed her eyes, and prayed for Eugene's safety. She still had hope that perhaps her prayers could still keep Eugene alive. So far, it's worked out fine.

She walked over to the bathroom and leaned against the sink, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down on her. Before he left, he told her he'd be back in a year, but now its been 3 years and still she waits for the day he gets off the bus. Rapunzel waits for the day he'd open the door and say, "Honey I'm home!"

Rapunzel navigated her hand to the shower dial and turned it, waiting for the water to dispense and turn warm. She slipped out of her pajamas and undergarments and stepped inside, letting the warm water flow across her back. She closed her eyes and remembered the sound of Eugene's voice, something she had hadn't heard for more than a year now. Sure, there were the occasional phone calls home but most of them were unclear and staticy. She smiled at the memories of Eugene waiting outside the bathroom, asking for her to finish faster and to not waste the hot water. Now all that awaited her was silence. She couldn't cuddle with anyone in bed or talk to anyone about her dreams and aspirations. But all that can be taken away from her in an instant. Her mind was flooded with terrible thoughts. What if one day Eugene never called back? How could she possibly know?

She shook her head as if this would disperse these thoughts.

She stepped outside the bathroom and felt the cooler air hit her body. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body, even though she was aware that no one would be around to see her anyways.

Tick tock tick tock

The clock's constant sound broke the silence and calmed the young girl's senses. It was 4:00 AM, but she didn't care. Rapunzel navigated her way towards her bed, letting gravity pull her body down onto the mattress.

"Eugene. Why did you do this to me? Why did you leave me here alone?" she questioned, not expecting the silence to answer her. Rapunzel felt her face become flush and for a moment, she broke down. Sobs became cries, and cries became bawls. "Why?" she pleaded, again not getting an answer. "I love you, I can't stand being alone, please…" she whispered. "Please come home…"

Rapunzel got up from the bed, her heart still heavy from the whole ordeal. She stepped out the room and as if God had answered her prayers, letters littered the floor of the entrance.

She rummaged through the letters and found one from Eugene. She quickly dropped the other papers and ripped the envelope open. It read:

Dear Rapunzel, my love,

I really miss you Rapunzel. I never stop thinking about you, and I can't wait until I return home. But other than that, I am doing quite well here. Guess what? We actually got real meat to eat this week. Sure, it was canned chicken but it's much better than the stale "steak" we were rationed. I talk about you all the time, about your cute smiles, your beautiful freckled face and amazing green eyes. Oh yeah, and your wonderful blonde hair. The boys here tease me all the time, asking if I will marry you when I get back. Of course I tell them that I would've married you long ago had I not been drafted. They laugh and tell me that I'm lucky to have a girlfriend waiting for me. It's something to look forward to, they said. But it's true Rapunzel. This cursed war seems to have no end, no goal. But my morale will remain high as long as I think of you. Besides, I have it all planned out. When I get home, we will get married and settle down. We will have children and raise a family with beautiful children. If we have a girl, what do you think about the name Pascale? I have a few French friends here who tell me that's a great girl's name. And if we have a boy… maybe Flynn? Hey, whatever it is, we'll talk about it. Find a club nearby and we'll go dancing first thing I get home. I promise.

Love,

Eugene

This letter brought joy to her heart, knowing that Eugene missed her as much as she missed him. But best of all, she knew he was safe.

Rapunzel ran to her writing table and sat down, grabbing a clean sheet of paper. She lifted her pen and began to write, letting her thoughts flow onto the paper.