by MagicGirl_Helia » Wed May 16, 2012 10:49 am
Bree smiled. For once in her life, she would just be a regular person. She looked around when they walked in. She picked a shirt and a pair of pants, thinking that getting a dress would be too difficult to deal with.
Mary smiled at her. "I'm sure he will." she said, and stopped outside the ballroom. " Here it is."
"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.”