The team noticed. They noticed your change in behavior. They noticed, your darkening eye bags, your tiredness, your mumbling. They also noticed that you were drawing yourself away from them. They would see you less often than usual. They were very concerned. Sometimes, they would hear you go on a rant. Like that time where you were training alone in the training room.

"All this shit like, what does it matter? What does it matter? If I disappear, who cares? Nobody cares man. Seriously. That's okay. That's life. It just passes."

It was getting worse everyday. Your rants were getting more aggressive and more frequent. They weren't sure what to do. They tried approaching you, but you pushed them away. You were scared. They could tell. One day, when they couldn't find you any where, they made a last attempt to look on the roof. And there you were, pacing close to the edge, gripping your hair, your eyes shut and tears streaming down your face. It's never been this bad.

"I have never been more, alone. I have NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT IT'S ALL GONE!!"