Adam scratches at the back of his neck, frustrated that he is still trapped inside of this godforsaken nightmare that is his life. His fingers fumble for the light switch of the room that once was full of his glass cases, but now is only occupied by one.
“It didn’t work, I'm still cursed,” he says as he shyly stands in front of the case.
Chloe barely registers him. “I'm sorry.”
Adam nods, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from screaming or crying, he doesn’t know which. He rocks back and forth on his heels, trying to calm himself down, before he unlocks the door to Chloe’s case.
Her head jerks up at him, surprised, as she looks for any signs of why he might need her. “What do you want?”
Jet reaches his hand out for her, knowing his boundaries with her. “Please Chloe, I'm not going to hurt you, I never have.”
Her legs wobble as she stands up, slowly stretching her toes out as she walks; her feet making sweet contact with the cold tiles. She stands a few inches away from him, watching his eyes switch back and forth between bright blue and grey as he holds his arms out.
Her stomach clenches with uncertainty, she breaks eye contact with him as she feels the lump in her throat grow. “Adam…”
He shakes his head, stepping forward, making sure the distance between them is as few as possible. “No… I'm Jet. I'm only Adam when…” he licks his lips, talking about his split personality has never been a pleasant for him. “I have always been Jet to you. Please tell me why this hasn’t been working? I thought I had love…”
Chloe shakes her head, her black hair swishing back and forth around her shoulders. “She had love, not with you but with Sam. Adam was controlling your sense of judgment, so Adam was in love with her, not you.”
Jet leans back on his heels, the feeling of Adam making his way through his veins prickles through him, he hates it when Adam comes. “Did you love me?” he asks.
Chloe plays with the ends of her long hair, twisting the strands around her index finger; she can smell the icy, mint scent being pushed through Jet’s pores. She won’t have Jet much longer; Adam is coming.
She moves fast and swift, brushing his cheek gently against her knuckles, “Yes, and I still do,” she kisses his cheek bone, tears blurring her vision as she slips back into the case; Jet’s gone.
Adam watches her with a smirk. “Is that all you have for me, Chloe?”
She brushes her tears away, sitting back down on the glass floor. “Go away, Adam.”
He winks at her before slowly exciting the room, leaving her sobbing in the dark.