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?"
"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 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.
"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.
"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.
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'.
"Hey, you little bitch! Stop controlling me!" Jack turned himself to the sand, writing not to believe Jackknife. "See? I told you he was selfish. He only wants to keep you to himself. I'm just trying to... 'protect' you..."