by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Apr 07, 2012 6:38 pm
Bree didn't even really hear what he had said. Her next move came on impulse. She didn't even know what she was doing until it had already happened. She had reached up and kissed him softly, forgetting everything else.
"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.”