“I don’t want to die,” said Simran. “And I don’t want you to d-die.” Her voice splintered. Her face was streaming with tears. She wanted to be strong for Vina, but she couldn’t stop crying. “We’ll do it together,” she said. “My hand over yours. We’ll both be gone soon, and neither of us will grieve or fear any longer.”
— Feb 11, 2026 02:09PM
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