Maybe you weren’t made this way, you became this way,” she finished triumphantly, and then he understood. I’m made like this, he had told her before, and so now she was setting him free, casting off the restrictions of a dull reality. She made his life magic as a favor to him, without his asking, and he understood now, too, what she’d meant: I don’t believe it, but maybe I do. It isn’t real, but maybe it is.
