“emotions are worthless,” black brushed her hair with a silver comb. “emotions are worth less than dirt.” she had been hurt or at least left alone. humans are social creatures, she had read somewhere.
science was finding ways to tap into people’s dreams. you could share them with others through the use of wires. black was tired and just wanted to sleep. to sleep is to die and to die is to forget.
“sometimes you just have to let things go,” belle told her.