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When her father died, Kanon felt empty.
Her chest was filled with a void, and it was like something was gnawing at her insides.
The monster that was the void, swallowed her whole—took her and broke her and made her into emptiness if only to allow itself to be comforted by more emptiness—and she wondered if she had anything left after.
Life became meaningless.
No one seemed real anymore, because why was everyone going on with their lives when her father died?
Why was the world still spinning?
He was dead.
Dead—Dead—Dead—Dead—Dead—
The days up to the funeral seemed to pass in a blur.
People came and they went, condolences—fakefakefake—given and pitying looks shot her way by their neighbors.
Everyone seemed the same.
They didn't actually care.
Everything they did was just a way to feel better about themselves, to let them think that they were doing something good.
She despised how they all tried to hug her, as if it was somehow her fault that he was dead—that she actually needed them to validate her—and that she was too weak to stand on her own.
Her heart burns with something dark—a feeling that shocks something in her soul—but it flickers out like a candle in the face of the world.
Surprisingly, both she and her mother—didn't cry.
She stands there, motionless, as they lower him down into the ground.
Her mind is screeching and screaming—crying and begging for something long lost to be brought back—
But, in the end, all she can do is stand there with nothing but the void and her numb feelings and scream in her head until everything breaks.
(It never does. Yet, she knows that something broke that day.)