A Marvel of Imagination

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❝You, Wade Wilson, are not someone whom just anyone can fall in love with.❞

A girl sits in an office chair, you can't hear what she's saying but she's talking with a woman, whom holds a sketch book in her hands. The younger woman finishes her sentence before looking out the window. There, on the windowsill someone stands in red and black, a katana in his hand, as soon as she looks up he disappears.

 ❝I know, That's why she's special. Now this has turned into a chickflick moment, And you're dead ;)❞

The girl is walking down the street, a book bag slung over her shoulder and black geeky-like glasses perched on her nose. Under her arm is the sketchbook, you can easily see an unfinished sketch of deadpool's mask.

❝He saves me day and night and I have nothing to give him for what he's done for me! James, Don't you think I should do something?❞ The voice is thick with an mid-western accent, and seemed to be on the verge of shouting.

❝Great minds think Alike, Ms. Richards. But yours, you have an Astonishing one. Especially for a Mutant.❞

❝I'm no mutant, Professor. I'm a student just trying to get by.❞

The lights go up, and there's a girl sitting at Piano she's crying as her fingers dance emotionaly across the ivory keys. She stops for a few seconds, before letting her hands fall into her lap. Her tears drip onto the ivory keys.