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Malia

His eyes were on my hand. Weird hollow rasps come out of him as blood trickles down the front of his top.

Very slowly he looks down. Like time had stopped to allow him to process what had happened. His hands shake as he touches his chest, he croaks and his body sways. Without a single thought, I shove him off the roof. Standing still until I hear his body hit the ground with a deafening cr