“the world is ending!” i point at the sky and tug on your sleeve.
“don't you want to watch? it's so pretty! it's like fireworks, but blood and flies.”
your gaze sticks to your phone, too busy, and your arm pushes me away.
“stop that! the world isn't ending yet,” you say, annoyed. “it'll be a few more hours before then, so i have some work to do and a movie to watch first. and you still haven't cleaned your room, like i told you to.”
i groan at you.
from the fire in the alley, a girl walks up to take in the view from where we are.
“the world is ending, isn't it?” she says to me. i nod at her.
we stare at each other then up at the sky.