A Home To Return To
Rapunzel never really thought of her old life. Occasionally she found herself lost in thought, remembering her life before she came to this new world. She would think on significant moments in her life, like when she first set foot outside her tower, or insignificant moments, like a particular painting she drew on the wall.
It was during some of these times that Rapunzel found herself missing her old life. She missed her mother brushing her hair as she sang softly, not knowing what those words could do. She missed the smell of hazelnut soup wafting through the kitchen when her mother was in a particularly good mood. She even missed the feel of the walls under her fingertips as she ran around her room. The feeling of the hard wooden floors beneath her feet.
In her old world, nothing mattered but her tower and the floating lights she saw from its only window. The tower was her life and the lights were her dreams.
In this new world, people were one of two things. They were either cold and heartless, telling Rapunzel to grow up and lose some of her childish innocence. Or they were just like her, delicate and naïve, waiting to be preyed upon by someone cruel.
Sometimes around town, Rapunzel saw a strange flower, or a certain type of rock, and she was violently thrown back into her past. With these flashbacks came feelings of abandonment and loneliness. Even her mother, who would never let her leave before, had done just that. Her mother had not come for her, with love or anger, but had left her here to defend herself from those against whom she had been warned by the woman she thought she knew.
The appearance of Eugene had comforted her for a while, but not enough to truly feel like she belonged. None of them belonged. They all had lives and families that they needed to return to. And that was something Rapunzel feared more than anything. Never being able to return to the place she truly called home.
