"alive, but you eyes lost its spark"

-after yelling and crying at your father Light Milk Cookie for destroying your art and art materials(which was your escape), you no longer felt.. anything. and no, it wasnt alexthymia.

-with nothing left to do in this world, the next few weeks you constantly forced yourself to study, like your father always wanted to. you started growing apathetic to things around you, nothing was appealing. it never was, really, you never had a CHILDHOOD anyway

- your father was pleased when he sees you study everyday now, not realizing the lack of your hobbies which kept you sane from the overwork had made you over the edge. light milk had forgotten that you yelled at him in the light of this new profound you who ONLY studied

that was until your teachers called, and they were worried

-they said that, though being the class president, and you still were amazing at, you had grown distant, even though still participating in class, you no longer carried that enthusiasm. even your classmates were getting worried.

after the call ended, light milk's eyes narrowed..

and anyway, you were studying upstairs as usual, 12 hours a day