by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Oct 03, 2013 2:39 pm
ririi123 wrote:Tyler smiled. "Don't worry about it dude. Umm Breeze. Right?" He asked trying to remember her name.
BreezeI nodded. "Yeah." I said and I folded up my paper, putting it in my pocket. "So, I'm guessing you're a returner. Seeing as you were speaking with your sister this morning." I 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.”