We held hands as the world ended.
It was quite a show. We sat on your roof and watched the meteors fall and fires burn through the city. Whistle, flash, impact.
You coughed from the dust and smoke. I unwound the scarf from my neck and wrapped it around you. You smiled at me, but your eyes were afraid.
Your brother hadn’t come home.
Neither had your parents.
The fire illuminated our faces. Below, people screamed, wept, and yelled. Up here, we were alone. Set apart from the chaos.
Not for long.
So I squeezed your hand and hoped for the best, even though I knew better.
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