by MagicGirl_Helia » Fri Feb 17, 2012 2:40 pm
Allie leaned her head back against the stone wall, and closed her eyes smiling. "I guess this isn't the best way to spend your time." she opened her eyes and looked at him, the happiness faded from her eyes. "Well, it wasn't much better for me, worse actually."
"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.”