Apocalypse Partys Over-hi2u ●

But at least they stopped pretending the party was the point.

“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.” Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U

“I want you to stop,” Leo said. “Just stop. Look at each other. Really look.” But at least they stopped pretending the party was the point

A man in a tuxedo laughed, a hollow, breaking sound. “What do you want us to do? Cry? Pray?” It’s not a rave

“Leo,” she slurred, handing him a bottle. “You look like a funeral. The party’s not over.”

Leo walked to the main speaker, traced his finger over the graffiti, and smiled.