by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Apr 07, 2012 11:06 pm
Bree smiled and hugged him back tightly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me..." she said. "I love you mike, and I've been wanting to tell you for so long." She didn't say anything more, but she leaned in and kissed him softly again. She wanted to stay like this forever with him, but she knew theu had to get back to the ball before someone came looking for them.
"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.”