Tammy's POV
I sit up, intrigued by what he has to say. "It happened when I was seven," Adam begins, his voice quieter now. "Around the time the curse started and my mom died. I can't seem to remember the details, but I remember thinking about the ashes on every tree. I decided I liked the color grey that day. I couldn't like the color of the ashes because of the sad memories attached to it... so I picked the color closest to it."
"Shouldn't that have been white?" I tease, a soft laugh escaping me.
He chuckles. "Grey's probably felt more like me. A dull, heavy nothingness."
His words settle between us, and I frown. Something about his story doesn’t sit right with me.
"All those things happened at once?" I ask, my brows furrowing.
"That's three questions, Tammy," he points out, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "And to answer your illegal question - I don't know. My memories from that time are a blur. I only remember what came after."
"That seems odd, don't you think?"
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