...Is it right to feel this way toward my precious daughter? Lately, my heart flutters whenever I look at her, even though she's my own flesh and blood. I know very well that this shouldn't be happening.

My heart pounded when I saw her. Looking at my daughter, whom I raised to be as beautiful as a jewel, my heart raced so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. It's a nauseating emotion. I need to snap out of it. I have to stop loving her. She's my precious daughter.

In the hallway of the Cobweb Index, I sat quietly on the sofa where I often sat with my daughter, pushing back my troubled thoughts. The very sofa where I used to sit and read fairy tales to her since she was a child. Sitting there only made the nausea worse. The thought that I had to get away filled my head. I walked away, trying not to show it.

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After walking aimlessly through the hallway, I ended up running into you, my daughter.

...Daughter? What were you doing here?