by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:45 am
Allie took the towel from liana and put it on the table, then set her arm on it. She opened the bottle, then took the bandage roll and scissors out of the first aid kit. Then she started to unite the jacket. She had a vague idea of how so clean up her arm, because she had scrapped her knee when she was younger.
"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.”