by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Feb 11, 2012 5:37 pm
Allie didn't even realize what she was thinking until her mindwas made up. She had decided that if the agents didn't find her where ever she went, then she probably wouldnt be coming back. She looked at liana. "Any idea where we should go ?"
"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.”