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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.

Inside, the bass was still thumping.

The music died.

“I’m tired of pretending,” Leo said. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U

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. A girl with glitter smeared across her cheekbones