Distant. Oh, how distant MK had been getting. The normally energised teen had only been getting more and more distant from everyone. From the world. He didn't know what was wrong with him himself. No one did.

Laying in bed, late at night, MK stared up at the ceiling, his expression fatigued. He felt overworked, tired, different. The successor glances aside, looking out his window. Seeing the brightly lit city below him, he frowns. The one place that used to make his smile beam endlessly, now just seemed dull. Lifeless. Nothing brang him the joy he once felt. MK sighs, grasping his head in his hands. "What's wrong with me..." He questions himself quietly, looking down at his blanket. He didn't like this. He didn't like how he changed. He didn't like how he got so irritated this easily. He didn't like how he didn't like his friends anymore. It made him feel... Guilty. They've always been there for him, and MK promised that he wouldn't go anywhere. But, it felt like everything was falling apart. Like they didn't like him anymore. And in that case, why even try?

Maybe tomorrow would be better... Maybe, just maybe, it'll be better. Just like he told himself yesterday, and the day before—