by MagicGirl_Helia » Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:48 am
Bree smiled and got up when she walked out of the room. She grabbed a brush and sat down on the bed, slowly brushing her hair while she looked out the window.
Mary smiled at her. "I'm glad you like them." she said to her.
"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.”