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He walked past her, back into the chaos. Bodies writhed under a disco ball that was slowly losing power, its fractured light casting ghosts on the walls. Someone had spray-painted on the main speaker—a final, desperate message to anyone still listening. Hello to you. See me. Hear me. Before I’m gone.

Leo stood on the balcony of the penthouse, watching the last embers of a nuclear sunrise bleed over the mountains. Below, the city was a graveyard of silent cars and drifting ash. Above, the sky churned the color of bruised plums. The apocalypse had arrived right on schedule. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U

Inside, the bass was still thumping.

But at least they stopped pretending the party was the point. He walked past her, back into the chaos

“I’m tired of pretending,” Leo said. Hello to you

They were still terrified. They were still dying.

“It’s over,” Leo said, his voice raw. “The apocalypse isn’t a party. It’s not a rave. It’s not a metaphor. It’s the end. And we are standing in the middle of it, pretending to have fun because we’re too scared to face the fact that we’re already dead.”