by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat Apr 07, 2012 5:14 am
Bree sighed in relief when they finally finished her makeup and left the room. She stood up, walking over to her closet where she had her dress. On the opposite side, she had her jewelry and she still had to pick something from that. Mary came in then. "Bree. I took the clothes to mike. And he says good morning." She says with a smile. Bree smiled. "Thank you mary." She replied.
"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.”