Apocalypse - Partys Over-hi2u

The music died.

A girl with glitter smeared across her cheekbones stumbled out onto the balcony. Her name was Mira. She was holding two half-empty bottles of something expensive. Her eyes were wide, not with fear, but with the manic glow of someone who had decided that terror was boring. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U

Then he turned off the lights.

She did. The mushroom cloud had bloomed into a terrible, beautiful flower, backlit by the dying sun. For a second, her smile flickered. Then she forced it back into place. The music died

The countdown hit zero three hours ago. Not to the end of the world—but to the end of the party. She was holding two half-empty bottles of something

“I want you to stop,” Leo said. “Just stop. Look at each other. Really look.”