by MagicGirl_Helia » Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:05 pm
Bree smiled and kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair. She thought she heard someone yell 'get a room', but she wasn't really paying attention.
Claire smiled. They walked into the theater and she stopped when she saw that it was mostly full.
"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.”