He woke up, his silver eyes illuminating the night. He was laughing. Insanely. He had gone... crazy. "Well, I did it. My alter-ego managed to turn me into a liar again. A lying bitch!"
It was the first time he'd actually cursed as 'Jack'.
"Forget it. Heheheh... You don't trust me one bit. Tell you what. I'll leave, we never speak again, Okay?" He pulled the blanket from under her, causing her to tumble on the sand, as it was a loose, grainy surface. He walked to his car, throwing it in the trunk.
"And you can forget being my one and only. You'll never understand what it's like to have a dark side." He felt tears forming in his eyes. He laughed, trying to make things better, but he knew he was crying. He knew what he was doing was wrong.
He plastered a smile to his face. "How could someone like you possibly know what it's like to have MPD (multiple personality disorder)? You're... too perfect to have a split personality. Too beautiful. Too unique." He had tears streaming down his face.
Evelyn shook her head. "Y'know, you don't have to have a disorder to be different." she looked him in the eye. "Do I need to prove it, or are you just gonna take my word for it."
"I don't know if I can even trust myself anymore." he looked downwards, realizing what he is doing. He was bunching his hands into fists. He collapsed to his knees. "I'm different. Too different. Too ugly. I lie to myself. People lie to me. It's a cycle. And it's slowly killing me from the inside out.
He took a deep breath, trying to hold himself together. "Sometimes all we need is someone who actually knows who you are..." he said quietly. "I try to hide my inner self, try to hide my hideous face... But people still ask. People still wonder. What happened to me? When was I ever like this?"