All Y/n has ever felt in their life...is nothing. Every single moment that their eyes opened, back to when they closed, all they felt, was a blank, suffocating feeling, eating them from the inside. They didn't know why. No one did. And it seemed like everyone gave up on trying. So they did to. But there was one person they knew could make them feel some form of emotion. A little spark in their dead heart. A person that made them feel... something. Yet that person dosen't even know this. (This is the rewrite of "Over did it." notice how I've changed a lot in here. the reader is no longer female. They aren't able to do everything. And well, it's written much better if you ask me.)