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"Don't," Layla whispered.

Layla tightened her grip.

(Girl...)

They sank to the gravel together, knees scraping, arms wrapped around each other. Mariam's shoulders shook. Layla held her tighter. thmyl- albnt tqwlh ana khayfh ant btdws jamd bnt...

Below them, Cairo screamed its thousand nightly screams. A wedding procession fired celebratory bullets into the sky. A child laughed somewhere—a pure, untouched sound. The city didn't know that on this rooftop, two girls were deciding whether the world deserved their tomorrows.

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.

The word was soft now. Almost tender. A plea wrapped in the shape of a name. "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."

"You're not jamd," Layla whispered into her hair. "You're just broken. And broken things can still be beautiful."

(The girl says to her...)

Mariam paused. For one eternal second, she turned her head. Her eyes were wet, but her jaw was set like concrete.

Layla gripped the iron railing. Her knuckles were white. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps.