Kiya comes to stand obediently in front of her mother. Netiqret crouches, so that her face is level with the girl’s. Smooths back the carefully braided hair that loops in front of her face, and locks eyes with her. “Kiya, I need you to do something.” Her voice shakes. Cracks. “One last thing. But…” She chokes, turns away before gathering herself. “But if you’re in there, if any part of you is in there, I want you to know I wish I’d been better. Braver.” There are tears leaking down her cheeks now, streaking the carefully painted black kohl around her eyes. “I didn’t… I shouldn’t have let them
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KILLING MYSELF FRRRRR I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS
