by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:23 pm
Allie hugged him, burying her face in his chest. She could feel tears falling already. "Jasper...you said that you'd do anything for me." she said quietly, tears slowly slipping ddown her cheeks. "But I can't even remember you." she hugged him tighter.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”