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She was walking toward the edge.

(The girl says to her...)

Layla tightened her grip.

Layla pulled her back from the edge—not with force, but with the quiet gravity of someone who refused to let go. thmyl- albnt tqwlh ana khayfh ant btdws jamd bnt...

She was talking to Mariam. Mariam, who had always been the brave one. The one who climbed trees when they were children, who stole mangoes from the neighbor's garden, who once slapped a boy across the face for pulling Layla's hair.

But tonight, Mariam's eyes were different. Darker. Hungry.

"Then don't jump alone."

Layla realized, with a cold shiver that started in her spine and spread to her fingertips, that Mariam wasn't walking toward her.

The city hummed on, indifferent and loud. But on that rooftop, under a sky smeared with stars and smog, two girls chose to stay.

Mariam looked down at Layla's hand on her sleeve. Then she looked at the void. She was walking toward the edge

"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'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.

Mariam took a step forward. Then another. Each footfall landed on the gravel rooftop like a judge's gavel. Jamd. Hard. Decisive. Irreversible. She was talking to Mariam

"Don't," Layla whispered.