"I think the world ended last night."
She looked up from her cereal. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Watch." I picked up my water glass and hurled it against the wall. It didn't spill or shatter. Instead, it bounced off, ricocheting around the room like a demented rubber ball.
"Huh," she said. "What does that mean?"
"I have absolutely no idea," I said.
"Huh," she said again.
"Do you wanna watch something stupid?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I think I'd like that."
Outside, the meteors came down slowly. The roaring of the flames rose and rose, the heat of the day climbing unopposed.
"What do you think?" I asked. "Movie or show?"
"Show, I think," she replied
I plunked myself on the couch next to her, remote in hand. The clicking of buttons was drowned out by the whoops and hollers, the screams of the dying.
"Netflix?"
"Nah," she laughed. "Their selection is shit these days."
I chuckled too. "Yeah, I agreed. Amazon?"
"Meh. Fuck Bezos."
"Fuck Bezos."
The moon loomed bigger in the sky, the stars weaving a chaotic dance. The seas were rising, pushed by the weight of the massive creatures that now stood, stretching the weight of aeons off their weary bones.
"Alright, Disney?"
"Mm," she hummed thoughtfully. "They do have Simpsons."
"True!"
"But we've been watching that so much lately."
I glanced backwards, out the window. The sky was glowing red. The trees were expanding, growing visibly, curling upwards, their roots pushing up the roads and cracking cars in two.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Doesn't really feel like end of the world material."
"Death Note?"
I laughed. "Nahhh."
"Yeah," she agreed. "Not it."
She hurled her now empty cereal bowl over her shoulder. Instead of colliding with the window, it went straight through, fading away into a small explosion of light.
I yawned, stretching my arms upwards. "I had stuff I was gonna do today."
She glanced at me lazily, eyes behind her messy morning hair. "We don't have to watch anything."
My phone vibrated. Hers did too, the government letting us all know that it was the apocalypse.
"What do you have in mind?"
Her lips met mine softly and gently, like a baby bird. Without looking, I pressed a button on the remote and the forgettable sounds of some show we'd never seen before started.
"How long do you think we've got?" she whispered into my neck.
I kissed her forehead. "Enough."
"I don't love you."
"I know," I said. "It's better than dying alone."
She kissed me back, our arms wrapping around each other as we pulled tight.
Nuclear kisses blossomed over the surface of this forgotten world. Guns and blades crossed as all the armies of hell burst from the spreading cracks in the crust. The people laughed and screamed.
For just a few moments, we pretended to be in love. For just a few moments, it was enough.