Currently reading
Reading progress update: I've read 278 out of 355 pages.
"I'm not a hero. I'm not anybody. I'm nothing."
It was an interesting choice of words. As I stared into Dylan's lost eyes, did I see "nothing"? Is this the moment when I reveal that Dylan was merely a figment of my imagination, the moment when you rethink everything I've told you and you say, "Holy shit! She's right! He never had a conversation with anyone but her! He didn't even touch any objects!" Is this the moment when I admit that Dylan wasn't real, and never was?
No. This is the moment when I tell you he was realer than he'd ever been. When I tell you I saw everything. Holding him, staring at him, I could hardly remember what I used to think of Dylan all the way back in the fall. When he was a redneck, a hardened soul, an arsonist, a father. A mystery.