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As she grows older, Kanon learns that it never really goes away.
Her father's death always lingers in the back of her mind, constant.
A part of her is so integrally broken by his death that she's terrified to think about her mother leaving for work every day.
She's absolutely paralyzed by the need to be there with her mother, because what if it's the last time she sees her ever again?
What if she dies?
Kanon doesn't take the time for logic to set in—her mother doesn't work near any high places or near cliffs and there hasn't been a serial killer on this island, ever—and she doesn't know how to feel about how much she dotes on her mother.
It comes to a point where it stops being doting and she starts hovering around her mother like a moth to a light.
Kanon is terrified and mortified by the thought that anyone can just—die...when the world decides they should.
She latches onto her mother with a fervor unseen, spending every waking moment with her.
Her life becomes dedicated to her mother.
The neighbors always praise her for being a good daughter, but how do you tell someone that no— you aren't a good daughter— you're just terrified that if you say the wrong thing maybe you'll never be able to take it back by the end of the day?
A piece of her soul could be sold for less than a penny, and Kanon would sell her soul a thousand times over if that meant that she could not have the dark paranoia settling in her stomach everytime she hears about robberies and people getting threatened by tourists.
Her mother becomes the sun, and Kanon does everything in her power to make her happy.
It doesn't matter if Kanon has to give up her friends and school to make that happen, none of those things matter.
As long as her mother is happy and content, Kanon would destroy worlds for her.
(The world is nothing when compared to her mother. They can all rot, for all she cares.)