The room gasped. People froze mid-grind, mid-laugh, mid-kiss. The silence was absolute, save for the distant, low rumble of the shockwave still making its way across the continent.
The shockwave hit then—not as a blast, but as a long, deep groan, like the earth itself was sighing. The building swayed. Glasses shattered. People held onto each other not for pleasure, but for balance. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U
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. The room gasped
“I’m tired of pretending,” Leo said. The room gasped. People froze mid-grind