by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:28 pm
When the movie was over, bree went to her room. She waited until her parents were asleep until she snuck out of the apartment with her bag. She liked to walk around the park at night.
"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.”