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"Don't," Layla whispered.

"You said you were scared," Mariam said quietly. "But you're not scared of falling, Layla. You're scared of jumping . There's a difference."

Layla pulled her back from the edge—not with force, but with the quiet gravity of someone who refused to let go.

But tonight, Mariam's eyes were different. Darker. Hungry. thmyl- albnt tqwlh ana khayfh ant btdws jamd bnt...

Layla tightened her grip.

And for the first time that night, she smiled. Not a happy smile. A tired one. The smile of someone who has been stepping hard for so long that she forgot she could stop.

Mariam paused. For one eternal second, she turned her head. Her eyes were wet, but her jaw was set like concrete. "Don't," Layla whispered

"Thmyl..." (Imagine...)

(I'm scared.)

Mariam looked down at Layla's hand on her sleeve. Then she looked at the void. You're scared of jumping

Layla's voice cracked on the last syllable. She wasn't scared of the height. She wasn't scared of the drop. She was scared of her . Of Mariam. Of what Mariam had become in the three months since her older brother disappeared—taken by men in plain clothes, no charges, no phone call, just a black van and the screech of tires.

(You're stepping hard...)

The word hung in the humid air like the first drop of rain before a storm.

(The girl says to her...)