The white-haired boy sat at the top of the hill in the snow, a sad smile on his face. His gaze was locked upon a couple who were standing a few metres to his right. They could not see him, and that made things even sadder for him.
The girl was someone he knew. She was someone who used to believe in him. She was someone who always made him smile. She was someone he had loved.
She still is.
She was Rapunzel.
Her name brought back many memories, from the time they met to the time they parted, or at least, the time he left and she stopped believing. He regretted the way they parted, they didn’t even say goodbye to each other. He had lef