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She's giving you that look again. That sadness and hint of pity that she tries to hide with a smile. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as she stares, and your gaze slips to the steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of you. It was going so well, too. Outings with your closest friend always eased the pain of being alone and made you forget the world as it was. All until the topic of the words on your arm came up. You're that deep in thought about all the times this has happened recently that you stop registering that there's words coming out of her mouth and she's speaking to you, but quickly catch yourself as her stare intensifies. She kn

“No Scar . . . I am Simba.” Your face takes an expression much like the one plastered upon Scar’s own. Shock, confusion and disbelief all churned into one emotion. This can’t be Simba . . . Simba had been killed in the great stampede which had also taken Mufasa! Clearly having the same thoughts as you Scar, backed up against the wall as the powerful lion slowly stalked his way into the cave. “S-Simbaaaaa,” He nervously prolonged the ‘a’ to act the innocent party but you could see that Simba wasn’t buying it at all, continuing to stalk his way towards his uncle “my how you’ve gr

You sighed as you closed your biology textbook and looked around the school yard. It was free period and it was nice outside with it being autumn, so most students were outside either studying, doing homework, or just talking. "'Sup cupcake?" Your best friend Tony asked as he sat down next to you under the tree you were at. "Hey Tony. Senseless pining, you know the drill." He just shook his head and followed your gaze, though he already knew exactly who you were looking at. "I don't know why you like Rogers so much. He's a jock, and jocks don't take interest in geniuses like us. It's a terrible privilege to be this smart..." You chuckled

In the silence of the dark night, rain filled clouds drifted over New York. The wind picked up and exclaimed her howling sighs. Raindrops started dripping on the roofs of all the buildings, spreading a relaxing melody through the empty streets. Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning. Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed y