by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun May 06, 2012 7:06 am
Bree let chestnut go and he walked over to midnight. "yesh, they'll be fine." she said, and looked around, then to mike.
Mary smiled. "Yes, they do have a very important job taking care of so many plants. But they are very good at what they do." she said.
"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.”