DDB Chronicles: Part 6

i don't want to feel this way anymore! my romantic visions are hollow. and the energy expended so futile. what kind of adaptation is this? to mourn the lost with such vehemence? you're not coming back. but your breath makes it seem possible. can i will you dead in my mind? can i re-route the circuitry? fortified walls instead of open meadows. bones and dust instead of your warm blood.