by MagicGirl_Helia » Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:02 am
Juliet looked at him. "I know. I only left because we seemed to be fighting so much. I didn't want to leave. I love you." She said. "When I lost our baby it broke my heart. I just...I didn't know what to do." She sighed. "I don't expect you to forgive me for leaving, but at least get to know your daughter."
"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.”