by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:22 pm
Alice just looked at her and walked away quickly. A while later, she could feel her eyelids start to drop. She held back a yawn that made her eyes water slightly. Her mother got up to the top of the stair case then to announce that the ball was over. But then she smiled. "But before you all leave, I do have one last surprise for bree." she said. Bree looked up at her. What ? she thought. She glanced over at mike.
"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.”