Situation: Kiara is living in exile because Simba banished her. She attacked his wife and her stepmom.
Kiara's p.o.v
Prolong longsuffering, an unspoken and unresolved grief of mine. Such external and internal turmoil, his endless justified silence and distance. Utter disgust and angst, this is the highest level and degree of his rage that I have never experienced before. My time in exile, even now it is a hard life lesson. X marks the spot where Heaven meets Earth. His endless justified silence and distance, a constant thorn in my side. Still lingering around, these haunting thoughts about I could've or would've done better. Even now I am torn asunder, but I am learning to surrender.
