by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun May 06, 2012 2:41 am
Bree smiled a him, glad that he wasn't worrying too much. She missed her home and parents. But she had a new life now.
Mary smiled at her, glad she enjoyed the library. "Would you like to see the garden ?" She asked.
"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.”