Infinite

by Brian Freeman

Dylan, you are not alone. You are part of many worlds. You are infinite.

I didn’t know the last time she’d been naked in my arms. I hated that I couldn’t remember. I hated that Scotty had been the last one to hold her, not me.

“My evil is limitless. My evil is . . . infinite.” He used the word. Eve’s word. Infinite. I was still pulling on the closet door, but all of a sudden, the counterpressure disappeared.

Yup things are definitely crazy now

“A search warrant? Based on a fake 911 call?” “And other things,” the detective replied. “Like what?” “I’m happy to explain all of it to you, if you let me inside.” “Detective, I swear, this is a crazy misunderstanding. I didn’t make that call.”

C'mon youre telling me there arent offers to adapt this? I can see a great #NetFlix series.

My stomach turned over. I didn’t need to fake it. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door, and I fell to my knees at the toilet and vomited, once, twice, three times. When my stomach was empty, I rinsed my mouth.

“The first time can be overwhelming,” she warned me. “Whatever it is you see with your eyes, what you’re really doing is going to the inner depths of your brain. Like you’re at a kind of Grand Central Station, where the various versions of yourself cross paths. I don’t know what you’ll see, but the sensory overload may well be too much for you. If it is, you know the safe word to get out.”

I got a fortune cookie that said, ‘Love is a four-letter word, but so is hell.’ I laughed so hard I snorted.”

I’d been slow to realize it, but the world around me was different. I wasn’t in the Chicago I’d left behind. I was somewhere new.

“Isn’t it? Dylan, whether or not your story is true really doesn’t matter. You can’t live two lives at the same time.

I had a strange, disorienting realization about what this all meant. If I wanted it, this man’s life was mine.

Darn it i'm on a real seesaw if i like dylan some moments i do but i still mainly think hes a narcisstic jerk. However slowly ever so slow he is gaining ounce or two of sympathy

“Sometimes I follow them. The other Eves. Just to see what it’s like to live like that. I hide, and I watch them, but I never stay. I couldn’t live in those worlds. I’d still end up just the way I am now. We all end up back where we belong sooner or later. Except for him. He goes wherever he wants.” “Tell me about him.” Her face darkened. “He’s evil.”

The only prison we can never escape is our brain, and yet our brain is what sets us free.

“Yes, I did. I can’t imagine my life without her. I finally had everything I ever wanted, and I let it all slip through my hands. I screwed up my whole damn life, and now I can never get it back.”

But to my eyes, he was a completely different man. Our similarities were skin deep, and underneath all of that, we were strangers. Even the killer wearing my father’s leather jacket resembled me more than this Dylan Moran did. I couldn’t decide what it was that made him so foreign to me. I tried to unlock the riddle in his face, but I found myself unable to decipher it.