one.

Adam was a collector of beautiful things. We loved beautiful things, because Adam loved beautiful things. This could be one of the reasons why he chose dallas and i as companions. Despite coloration, dallas and i looked basically the same. Same medium height, same boyish limbs, anorexic thin, our bones protruding in our cheeks and hips and collars. We are the proof and negative of the same picture. Skin, blood, and bone. Light, dark, and film. This could also explain Adam's other interests, photography and fighting. nothing was ever coincidence with him. Even Lily had to have a purpose in our little universe, though we never figured out exactly what that was. We settled with her endless connections to the drugs. Though nothing with Adam was ever that simple. However, Adam himself seemed to be just that. He wore the same clothes as any boy his age, had the same hair cut, had the same look of extreme boredom and teenage angst. He was handsome, but nothing special. He completely blended in. Just another pawn of the universe. This is exactly the way he wanted it. To him the only way to truly rebel against society was to give it what it wants. Be in the crowd. Back away from the blood running towards your feet. Pretend you are the slave of the world, and suddenly the world is your slave. Attack from the inside. If dallas and i were the outer, picture beauty, Adam was a masterpiece in mind. Maybe thats why we loved him and he loved us.We were the final piece of Adam's collection.

Light, dark, and film. Skin, blood, and bones.