by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun May 20, 2012 3:00 pm
Juliets wings were gone again. She grabbed his arm. "Please...just listen to me." she said. "When would I have time to tell you ? I just met you. Then I just couldn't take it any more. Do you know why I was unconcious. Because I tried to kill myself. I just didn't want to deal with all this anymore."
"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.”