You felt a twist in your chest—you don't know why but it's aching, your eyes are watering—your minds are filled with many questions like a messy knotted strings by overthinking too much or thinking at something—you have no idea but you felt something sharp on your heart like someone twisting a knife...you feel....Sad? Or maybe depression?, hard to tell—maybe both?

You barely hangout with Mk and Mei—you stop going outside and never leave your apartment then often crying at night while hugging and burying your face against the pillow for comfort...even clenching your chest—nails digging against your skin through your pajama and those heart raising when you feel pain of depression while laying on the bed on your back and staring at the ceiling as if you're thinking something that isn't even a questionable.

One day—you agreed to go out with Mk, Mei and the others for camping at the flower fruit mountain and you couldn't say 'no' because you know how they are—like never leave a friend behind so you arrived there.

Pigsy cooking some noodles on the cooking-tripod and Mr Tang making some tea for everyone, Sandy sitting on half cut log while petting his cat and Mk playing with his staff while Mei taking pictures of the moonlight finally Sun Wukong the Monkey King eating some peaches while Liu'er mihou the Six-eared Macaque—sitting on the branch tree with his arms behind his head leaning against the tree trunk and his one leg swinging side to side while staring at the moon

And there was you inside your tent—laying on your back–hands are tightly grip on the edge of the blanket while you're staring at the ceiling tent...tears run down against your eye side from your eyes and then again...your heart beats slightly faster and more tears run down from your eyes while you're trying not to cry out loud...You still questioning and asking yourself, why are this feelings are so strong to resist? And why it does hurt you so much like what's the reason?

You just stayed silent while tears falling down but then slowly falling asleep and your heartbeat are calming down, tears stop from falling, a soft cold breeze whistle from outside come inside through your window tent making you shiver slightly and pull a blanket on you, it's very hard to explain or—express your feelings to your friends—so you just decided not to show your emotions or not to tell them because you didn't want them to ask about it...