Important Note: Again, for those of you who've read this previously, I have changed it so that it's more accurate. I found a clip on youtube that has the ending (by the way, if you want the link, message me!) and so it's been changed quite a bit, but the basics are the same.
I was wondering what Rapunzel was thinking during this scene, because, obviously, she still thought Eugene had left her behind. I was going to post it as its own story, but these two are so similar I figured it would be easier to just do it all in one.
Summary: "She saw in his eyes that he loved her, and everything she had felt when he left her behind evaporated—it didn't matter anymore. He was here. But Gothel's hand was poised and ready to strike."
Disclaimer: Not mine. :(
Rapunzel didn't know what to think when she heard the sounds of a horse galloping towards the tower. When she heard Eugene's voice, thick with panic and anxiety, her mind was torn.
He'd left her behind, all for the crown. He'd left her to be taken by those men, those men who were so strong they could probably lift her with one finger. The men who wanted her for her hair.
But as she saw Gothel throw out her long hair to him, she was filled with panic. She had seen the dagger Gothel had hidden in the folds of her dress. She knew what would happen.
Eugene climbed through the window, his hair mussed from riding so fast, his clothes even more wrinkled than usual. He spoke before he looked up at her.
"Rapunzel! I thought I'd never see you again!"
She saw in his eyes that he loved her, and everything she had felt when he left her behind evaporated—it didn't matter anymore. He was here. But Gothel's hand was poised to strike.
"Look out!" she tried to scream at him, but her gag muffled the words. Move! Run! Leave me, and save yourself! Do anything! She struggled against the chains that held her in place, her eyes wide and fraught with panic.
But he didn't understand until it was too late. Gothel stabbed him in the stomach, and Eugene fell like a rock, a strangled gasp escaping his lips.
"Eugene!" Rapunzel screamed, struggling harder, the chains biting into her wrists hard enough to draw blood. She didn't care. Eugene was dying, and it was all her fault.
"Now look what you've done, Rapunzel!" Gothel taunted. "Oh, don't worry, dear. Our secret will die with him."
He moaned from on the ground as Gothel stepped over him, walking over to where Rapunzel was. Rapunzel's eyes were focused on Eugene, gasping and screaming as she pulled against her chains.
No! she thought. This isn't how it's meant to be! This can't be right!
Gothel grabbed Rapunzel's chains and started to drag her towards the trap door . . . away from Eugene.
She couldn't let that happen.
She fought, she struggled, she screamed as loudly as she could through her gag. She was so focused on Eugene that she didn't even notice what Gothel was saying until her words were thick with fury.
"Stop—fighting—me!" Gothel shouted.
Rapunzel's gag slipped off as she fell backwards and she spoke, her eyes wide as she realized what she was about to do.
"No! I won't stop! For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you! But . . . if you let me save him, I will go with you."
She heard Eugene protest weakly, his wheezing voice only solidifying her resolve. He had to live. She couldn't go on knowing he died and she could have saved him.
"I'll never run, I'll never try to escape! Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together—forever, just like you want! Everything will be the way it was, I promise. Just like you want. Just let me heal him!"
Gothel's face pursed with deliberation, and Rapunzel waited, her body tense. She had no idea what she'd do if Gothel refused—all she knew was that she could not let Eugene die. At last, Gothel came to a decision and released Rapunzel's chains. She then attached them to Eugene's wrists, propping him up roughly against the banister. Rapunzel gritted her teeth, wincing when she saw Eugene's face twist in pain.
"In case you get any ideas about following us," she hissed at him. Eugene coughed weakly, and Rapunzel was by his side in an instant.
His face was taut with pain, his eyes fluttering and his breathing labored. He weakly moved to try to sit up against the banister, but he slumped back down, unable to support himself.
"Eu-Eugene!" Her hands cradled his face lovingly, but her attention was quickly drawn to his wound. She hesitated, reaching out her hand and then pulling it back before she finally placed her hand over his own, gently moving it aside so she could see what Gothel had done to him.
His shirt was soaked with blood—there was far too much. If she didn't heal him quickly, he would die. She didn't want to have to find out whether or not her hair could heal the dead. She didn't want to have to watch him die.
"I'm so sorry!" she whispered, wishing more than anything that she had been smart enough to know that Gothel would never let her go, to pretend that she would stay before escaping to find him. If she had, he would not be dying in her arms. "Everything's going to be okay." She went to put her hair against his injury, but his hands weakly pushed hers away.
"No, Rapunzel," he gasped. His eyes were closed, squeezed tightly shut through the pain.
"I promise, you have to trust me," she said, still trying to place her hair against him. Why was he still protesting? She wasn't going to just let him die!
"No," he choked.
"Come on, just breathe," she murmured. His eyes finally opened, though his face was still pained, and he looked at her desperately.
"I can't let you do this," he said, looking at her with his chocolate brown eyes.
"And I can't let you die," Rapunzel whispered, tears forming in her eyes when she imagined Eugene's still body, cold, white . . . dead. She rested her hand against his face, trying desperately to calm him.
"But, if you do this . . . you will die." He coughed, and his voice was growing even fainter.
"Shh," she soothed, gently stroking his face with her fingers. She saw a small amount of the tension leave his face as she spoke, and she gently moved her hair to his wound."It's going to be all right."
She took a deep breath, beginning to sing, but Eugene interrupted her.
"Rapunzel—wait," His hand reached up to stroke her cheek, his face inching closer to hers. She found herself moving closer to him, too, longing to feel his lips against hers, and wondering why she wanted it so badly.
Before Eugene, Rapunzel had never known what it was like to love. Yes, she thought she loved her "mother", but she had never known what it was like to be in love. Gothel had told her all men were horrible, had pointy teeth, and would hurt her and sell her for her hair. Admittedly, Eugene had been rather selfish when she first met him, but he'd changed—he didn't deserve to die!
She was just closing her eyes when she felt his hand grab her hair at the nape of her neck. Before she could ask what he was doing, his other hand moved, and an enormous weight was removed from her head.
His hand thudded to the floor, a shard of glass from the broken mirror held tightly in it. Rapunzel turned and saw her long golden hair rapidly turning brown—losing its power. Her hand reached up to feel her now short hair, whispering his name in shock.
"No!" she heard Gothel scream. Rapunzel grabbed the ends of her hair, watching in horror as it turned brown. How was she going to save Eugene?
As she watched, Gothel screamed and grabbed at the brown hair in despair, clutching at it as she aged centuries in a moment. Her skin was pale and weak, her hair pure white, her face wrinkled and sunken in. "What have you done? What have you done!"
Gothel pulled the hood of her cloak over her face and walked in circles, moaning, "No!" repeatedly. Rapunzel watched as she tripped abruptly on the now-brown hair and fell out the window. Rapunzel's arms reached out automatically for the woman who had been her mother for eighteen years, but it was too late. Gothel was falling out the window, plummeting towards the ground. Rapunzel heard her screams, which suddenly cut off.
Breathing heavily, Rapunzel sat still for a moment, still shocked. Suddenly, she remembered Eugene was still dying, and she turned to find him. She turned to where his body had fallen onto the floor. Reaching out, she pulled his head into her lap and cradled his face in her hands.
"No, no, no, no, no! Eugene!" she said desperately. Her eyes searched his face, looking for anything that might prove he was alive. After what felt like years, he coughed, his eyes fluttering halfway open before closing again. His head lolled to the side, too weak to even support himself.
"No!" Her voice broke as she realized that he really was going to die. Her hair was gone, and he was far too badly injured to live. She could see how shallow his breathing was—he only had moments left, if even that much. "Look at me! Look at me, I'm right here! Don't go, stay with me Eugene!"
She grabbed his hand and placed it her hair as she frantically sang the song, hoping desperately that something would happen even though she knew it would not work. The power of her hair was gone—the only thing that could have saved Eugene was now powerless. After years of being able to heal any injury, the power was gone when the only person she wanted to save needed it the most.
"Hey," Eugene wheezed, halfway through her desperate singing. She ignored him, focusing all her mind on the song, praying that something would work and would heal him.
"Rapunzel!" Eugene said more sharply. She could see how much it cost him to speak so loudly, even though it was hardly loud at all. His eyes stayed shut and his body grew weaker, beginning to fall limp in her arms.
"What?" she whispered though thickness in her throat.
"You were my new dream," he whispered, his face relaxed for the first time since he'd been stabbed.
He couldn't have known what effect his words had on her. Her mind instantly raced back to that moment in the boats, when he had answered her question about what she would do after she'd finally accomplished her lifelong dream.
"Well, that's the good part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream."
She'd never gotten the chance to think about it, becoming distracted as the lanterns rose in the sky and then when Eugene left her. In that moment, she knew for sure that she loved him, and that she would never love anybody more than she loved Eugene. He showed her the world, guided her from her tower, saved her multiple times. He took her to see the lanterns, however irritated he may have been at first.
Knowing that he had given up on his dream of owning an island and being rich, changing his dream for her, to her, and would never even get to accomplish it broke her heart even more. And in that moment she knew that she already had a new dream—the moment she realized she felt something for him, in that small boat on the water, she had unconsciously decided.
"And you were mine," she choked out, tears beading in her eyes.
As she watched, his body fell limp and his breath stopped. His head fell back into her arms, his eyes closed.
He was dead.
Eugene, her Eugene, the man who had showed her the world, her daring and cunning thief, her first love . . . had died.
Her body shook with sobs as she bent over him, pressing her face against his. Her hand ran across his shirt as her mind ran in circles, trying in vain to process what was happening.
He can't be dead! her mind screamed. We were supposed to have so much more time together. It can't be over!
Her voice still thick with tears, she sang the healing incantation softly, knowing that nothing could save him. But it was all she had left.
"Heal what has been hurt," she sang, her voice shaky. "Change the fate's design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine . . . ." Her voice was too thick to continue singing after a moment, so she whispered the last words. "What once was mine."
Her tears fell, and one dripped onto Eugene's face. Her eyes were still shut as she cried, but suddenly a bright light shone through her closed lids. She opened her eyes and sat up in shock. Light was filling the room—and it was coming from Eugene's wound. A large form of a flower, painted in the light, blossomed above Eugene.
The light disappeared and Rapunzel looked to see that Eugene's fatal wound had disappeared. She looked at him, brushing one of her short brown locks out of her eyes. Her eyes searched his face, waiting, hoping, praying for some sign of life.
And, finally, she found it. He breathed. He breathed. His eyes fluttered, looking up at her.
"Rapunzel?" he groaned.
"Eugene?" she whispered, unable to believe it. It couldn't be true. He had died.
"Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?"
She laughed—he was alive! "Eugene!" she cried.
She threw herself into his arms and felt his arms wrap around her, his face buried in her shoulder as he held her close. She held him tightly, amazed that he was alive and holding her. She pulled back and giggled in embarrassment at her actions before her eyes fell on his lips.
They looked so soft . . . before she knew what she was doing, she had pressed her lips to his. He stiffened at first, obviously not expecting her actions, but before she had time to pull back, his hand came up to rest on the back of her neck, holding her impossibly closer.
He was alive. He was alive!