Adam knows I like to walk in the park, especially in the spring when every flower would bloom. We were walking in one of the alleys, hand in hand, as I was breathing in the sweet scent of pollen in the air.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah." I answered with a grin.
"Good. You look beautiful today."
"Hey, thanks for yesterday!"
"That's not what I meant!"
"I know, I'm kidding! And what could I say about you? You look—perfect, as always."
"Thanks to you, my love." he replied and kissed me on the cheek.
However, a simple peck wasn't enough for either of us and we let our lips join almost magnetically. I enjoyed the warm feeling this moment would bring in my chest every time.
"Say, Viviane suggested we should go to the movies together this afternoon. What do you think?"
"Sure, why not? What movie is it?"
"I don't remember. It came out a short time ago. It's a romantic comedy."
"Oh no, not some girly stuff!"
"Aw, come on, it's gonna be great! I'll sit on your lap in the dark."
"Yeah, but, well-"
"I'll offer the popcorn."
"Now, that's talking. Let's go!" he said and started walking, pulling me by the arm.
"You jerk!" I answered, laughing, and tried to smack him on the back of his head.
However, he was faster and dodged it. He then took advantage of my surprise, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me to make me spin in the air, which would always make me laugh like I was 8 again. This time, we ended up falling on the ground with me on top of him, the both of us still giggling.
"I'd love to ask you how you manage to always be so perfect. But I already know the answer."
He smiled at me again and we both sat in the grass.
"You're always willing to do anything, yet you're not passive. You're not jealous, yet I know you'll do everything to keep me close to you. You're optimistic but not naïve. You're a party animal but also quiet when you feel like it. You're beautiful—I must admit I envy you when I see so much perfection."
"You don't need a spell to be perfect, honey."
"Stop it," I replied and smiled. "you know that's not true. When I see you and I see how happy you are, I keep telling myself maybe I should try to separate from my dark side too."
"I know you try to do it every day."
"Yeah, every day. To deserve you."
He stared into my eyes, took my face in one hand and kissed me again, letting out tongues speak our second language in which words weren't welcome.
"Isn't that cute-"
It was Adam's voice. However, it didn't come from his lips. We both turned our heads.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Adam, the real one, asked.
There was Z-dam, standing in his long, black coat which he probably bought with Adam's stolen money. He had also drawn a thick line of eyeliner around his eyes which accentuated their crazy look. He turned them at me and almost made me jump. A strong smell of whisky was floating around him and he kept swaying lightly.
"You don't say a thing, Morgane? Have you already forgotten me?"
"You don't belong here. Get out." Adam told him in a harsh tone.
"Watch your mouth. I remind you that we're the same person. So I have all the rights to be here and stay as long as I want. Especially around her," he insisted in a sharp tone and stared at me again with the gaze of a wild beast.
"What are you gonna do?" Adam asked. "Fight? Here?"
"No. I won't. Don't you believe it's gonna be so easy for you to be happy without me. In case you haven't understood yet, I will make your life miserable as long as the three of us will live. Because that's all you deserve."
"Get the fuck out of here!" Adam yelled at him.
Standing still, Z-dam pointed his index at his alter-ego with a threatening look.
"You—You're definitely next on my list. You shouldn't stay with her, that fucking witch."
"If you don't want to leave, then we will." Adam concluded, took my hand and walked as far away as he could from him.
"I'll be there!" I heard him claim loudly, allowing everybody on the streets to hear him. "And I'll wait for you too, Morgane! Be sure of that!"
Adam and I walked home, that is the apartment we had rented together since his transformation. My first action was to put the kettle on to make some tea, which I would always do when I was stressed.
"That scumbag-" I muttered. "There we go. He ruined our day again! I'm tired of looking for places where he won't harass us."
"Forget it. That guy is not worth the breath we waste talking about him."
"I can't get used to the fact that he was a part of you before-"
"-Which is why it's called "before". He's not anymore."
I didn't reply to that and opened the cupboard to choose a flavor of tea. But I then felt Adam come closer behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Look at me."
I turned to face him. He was so tall I had to raise my head to look him in the eyes. He then took my face in his hands and whispered as he pressed his brow against mine:
"It's all in the past."
He kissed my brow and I held him in my arms, sighing. I then heard with delight his heart beat against my temple.
"You're right after all."
"I'm always right."
"Sure, show-off—you still want to go to the movies?"
"Yeah, sure. Also, I'll get a peppermint tea, this time."
"Me too."
