by MagicGirl_Helia » Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:38 pm
Bree glanced in mike's direction when she saw him go to his house. There came a soft knock at her door. "Come in." she said. Mary opened the door and walked in. "Would you like us to go now ?" she asked. Bree smiled. "Yes." she said, then stood up. "Mary, could I tell you something ?" she asked, sitting on her bed. Mary sat next to her. "Its mike isn't it ?" she said quietly. Bree looked at her. "How did you know ?" she asked. Mary just smiled and stood up. "Because I know you. If you feel that strongly for him, don't let him slip through your fingers." Then she walked out, closing the door behind 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.”