bloodandtitanium:

“Remember what, Dylan?”

“Oh wait. Let me guess—it’s another memory you’re keeping from me, right?” 

"I’m not keeping anything from you, Erika. What am I supposed to do? Tell you every time I remember something? Half the time I don’t even know what’s real and what’s not. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. But this wasn’t like that. It was different. Real. And I don’t know how to fucking tell you or why the hell I should.”