It was one night.

Two friends, hand in hand, staring out over the crumbling world from the rooftop which they were perched.

Three hours left until the world they had always known came to an end.

Four words spoken: “So, this is it. “

Five seconds of pure silence.

Six words came from the second friend: “I’m going to miss all this.”

Seven minutes pass.

Eight minutes.

Nine.

Ten. Tick, tock.

Eleven minutes remaining before the world’s destruction.

Twelve words, six from each friend: “I’m going to miss you, too.”

Twelve was the last number before darkness consumed the Earth.

And the world went silent.

Tick, tock.