@reginaxsolis
She had never known change. Everything in Ginny’s short life had always been the same. Same place, same two people, same routines. Every day. And suddenly, change was starting to come down harder and harder. It had started with the lights. One small, terrifying adventure amidst the constants. Harmless. And then it wasn’t. It sparked a chain of events that swam around Ginny’s memory as she sat there alone, curled up in a corner. She knew now that she didn’t like change very much at all. She had wanted to go home, back to Mama and the way it was before, but there was nothing to go back to. There was an hollow reminder of that eating at her stomach every time she thought of it.
So she had slipped away when she thought nobody was looking. Even if someone had seen her, it wasn’t an issue. Everyone would be too concerned with Rapunzel to give Ginny a second thought. Ginny always knew her sister was special, but she was much more special than either of them could have thought. There was good reason to fawn over her. She was a lost princess returned, beautiful inside and out. Ginny wasn’t and never had been. Simple as that.
She didn’t want to part from Rapunzel, and she had been promised that the two never would. But Rapunzel had a new family. Her real family. Gained the moment Ginny’s was lost. So she used her small body to tuck herself into a corner of the castle, not straying too far from where her sister was so she wouldn’t get lost. She kept the door they were just behind in sight. Anyone looking for her could find her with ease, but she didn’t think that would happen. She glanced up at the ceiling and missed the high beams of the tower. She missed being up there in them, even though it always secretly scared her. For a moment, she could imagine them. She could imagine the pictures painted everywhere around her. She could imagine the window and the kitchen and the staircase that led to the bedroom. And then it all faded as quickly as it came and she felt sick again with the cold and sudden reality. What was going to happen now?
A soft, involuntary sound came from her as she tucked her knees in closer to her chest, clutching the fabric of her familiar and faded yellow dress like a lifeline, as if it too would disappear if she let go. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t cry.
