by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Mar 04, 2012 2:52 pm
Allie looked at him and laughed. "That was alecs fault." She said with a smile. "But yes, no skipping tomorrow....you still want to get something to eat ?" She asked.
"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.”