What's in the box?

Max arrived home and took the box of his stuff into his flat, he felt like shit and grabbed a beer from the fridge as he ordered a pizza kicking the box out of his sight in fustration.

He loved her, how could she have done this to him. Max knew it wasn't her fault. He wanted to hate her but he didn't, he knew she just didn't want him like he wanted her. That's not her fault but it didn't make it hurt any less. Max wished he was this Gearmo guy, he would do anything to have Hayley think of him the way she thought of Gearmo.

The pizza arrived and Max ate the whole thing whilst watching something on streaming with a spaceship in it. He grabbed a couple more beers and when the film finally finished his attention wondered to the box in the corner that was still half spilled on the floor where he'd kicked it earlier in fustration.

Feeling nostalgic, Max brought the box back to the sofa, he started going through the items he'd left at Hayley's and remembering moments from his relationship, some things made him smile, some made him want to die inside at the thought of what he'd lost.

He'd left a few things at Hayley's place so as to have an excuse to go back, she didn't like the idea of him leaving things like a toothbrush so he'd been discrete with what he'd left.

The first thing he pulled out of the box was one of his old jumpers, he'd given it to Hayley to wear one night when she was staying at his place and a snow storm had hit. He'd told her she could keep it as she loved how soft and warm it was, and how it reminded her of him. Max inhaled through the sweater, it smelt of her, Max felt so much worse as he remembering being so happy on that day and it just reminded him of hoe bad he felt now.

The rest of the box had a few other random items in he'd left there but nothing of substance, that was until he saw at the bottom of the box something he wasn't expecting. There was an old brass oil lamp under all his stuff. It wasn't Max's, he picked it up and looked at it, maybe this was his excuse to go back and see Hayley again. Intently he put that idea out of his head. He told himself she was never going to be with him again and that he'd better come to terms with that fact.

He did however wonder why the lamp had turned up in his stuff.

There was some writing engraved on the side of the lamp but Max had no idea what it said, annoyingly the person he could probably ask to translate it was Hayley and he was in no mood to talk to her right now after having his heart stomped on by her so recently.

Max fired up his laptop and took some photos of the text, he tried a few online translators and it turned out the language was old. The text translated as follows:

Beware of the trickster genie

Take your two wishes but no more

A third wish will release the **** genie and you will take their place

Max was confused, this lamp must be ancient and based on its age it must be worth a fortune, why would Hayley put it in with his stuff, it took up half of the box, it couldn't have been a mistake.

Max, a little drunk rubbed the lamp and shouted open sesamie chuckling to himself drunkedly as he did.

His face dropped as smoke starting pouring out of the lamp so dropping the lamp he dashed to the sink to get a cup of water to throw on the lamp but as he turned toss the cup at the lamp the smoke had gone and standing next to the lamp was a pissed off looking Hayley.

They both looked at each other stunned, Hayley was dressed up ready to go out and they both just looked at each other and said 'fuck'.