by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:49 am
(yeah sorry, in a second.)
Allie looked at her leg. It didn't hurt... She gave her crutches to jasper and stood up without pain. She looked at claire. "You can heal yourself ?" she asked. She looked at dakota. "Wait !" she called to her, hoping she would stop.
Claire looked at jasper. "I thought it was just him. He said something about wiping our memories..." she looked at allie, standing without crutches.
"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.”