The first meteor struck the platform with a deafening crash, and my world tilted on its axis. I stumbled backward, my hand still gripping Colin's arm as another explosion rocked the observatory.

"Colin?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the screaming crowd. "What's happening?"

But his attention wasn't on me anymore. His eyes were fixed on something—someone—behind me, and his face had transformed into something I didn't recognize. The manic excitement in his expression sent ice through my veins.

"You'll understand in a minute," he said, his voice trembling with anticipation. "This is going to be amazing."

Another meteor crashed into the platform, closer this time, sending shards of metal and concrete flying. A woman nearby screamed as debris cut across her arm, blood blooming on her sleeve.

"Everyone, stay calm!" a security guard shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the chaos.

I turned to find my parents. Mom was clutching Dad's arm, her face pale with shock. "Naomi, what's happening?"

Before I could answer, I spotted Colin moving toward a control panel that had emerged from a hidden compartment in the platform's railing. My heart sank as realization dawned.

"Colin!" I screamed, lunging after him. "Stop this! You're hurting people!"

But he was already at the controls, his fingers flying across the buttons with practiced precision. The meteors weren't random—they were responding to his commands.

"Six hundred and twenty-three pink meteors," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. "One for every day I've loved you, Amirah."

Amirah? My mind reeled. This wasn't for me—it was for her. The housekeeper's daughter who'd been skulking around our home for months.

"Colin, please!" I begged, grabbing his shoulder. "This is insane! Stop the attack!"

He shook me off without even looking at me. "Don't you understand? They're trying to keep us apart! They've always been against us!"

The platform lurched beneath us as another meteor struck directly in front of the control panel. Sparks flew, and Colin's face was illuminated by the explosion.

"Where are they?" he snarled, scanning the crowd. "Where are my parents?"

A chill ran down my spine. He wasn't looking for his parents—he was hunting them.

"There!" he shouted, pointing to the far end of the platform where two figures stood frozen in horror. "Target sector seven! Maximum intensity!"

My blood turned to ice. Those weren't his parents—they were mine.

"Dad! Mom!" I screamed, breaking free from Colin's grip and racing across the platform.

But I was too late. The meteors began pounding the area where my parents stood, driving them back toward the edge of the platform. Dad's arm was bleeding, and Mom was crying out in pain.

"Colin, stop!" I begged, my voice breaking. "Those are my parents! Not yours!"

He didn't even look at me. "No," he muttered, his eyes wild. "They're trying to trick me. Amirah said my parents would try to stop us. They're impostors."

The platform began to crack beneath my feet. I could hear the steel supports groaning as the sustained bombardment weakened the structure.

"Everyone, get down!" a security guard shouted, but his warning came too late.

A massive meteor crashed directly into one of the main support beams. The metal twisted with a sickening screech, and a section of the platform floor gave way with a thunderous crash.

I threw myself forward, reaching my parents just as the floor beneath them began to collapse.

"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, grabbing their hands and pulling them toward me as debris rained down around us.

We tumbled backward together as the platform continued to disintegrate. Somewhere above us, Colin was still shouting commands, his voice growing more frantic.

"Destroy them all!" he screamed. "They'll never keep us apart!"

A large piece of metal crashed down beside us, narrowly missing Dad's head. Mom cried out, her arm catching on a jagged edge.

"Hold on!" I shouted, trying to shield them with my body as more debris fell around us.

The observatory platform was collapsing, and we were trapped in the middle of it. Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Colin at the control panel, his face illuminated by the destruction he'd created.

"Colin!" I screamed, my voice raw. "Stop this madness!"

But he was beyond reason now, lost in his obsessive delusion. And as the platform continued to crumble beneath us, I realized with growing horror that we might not survive his grand gesture.

The platform beneath us groaned like a living thing in agony. I clutched my parents' hands, dragging them toward what I hoped was safety as another meteor crashed into the structure. The impact sent vibrations through my bones, rattling my teeth.

"Stay down!" I screamed over the chaos, shielding my mother as debris rained around us.

Through the smoke and flames, I caught a glimpse of Colin's father standing near the main viewing area. He was a tall man, distinguished even in crisis, his silver hair catching the light as he tried to make sense of the madness unfolding around him.

"Dad!" Colin shouted, his voice breaking through the cacophony. "Get down!"

But it was too late. The section of platform where Mr. Wright stood gave way with a sickening crack. I watched in horror as he grabbed desperately at the railing, his fingers slipping on the polished metal.

"Help!" he cried out, his voice carrying across the chaos. "Someone help me!"

A massive chunk of artificial meteor crashed down directly onto the railing he was gripping. The metal twisted and snapped like paper under the impact. Mr. Wright's eyes widened in shock as he lost his purchase and plummeted toward the debris below.

"No!" Colin screamed, but his cry was drowned out by the thunderous collapse of more of the platform.

I turned away, unable to watch as Mr. Wright disappeared into the cloud of dust and smoke. The sickening sound of impact followed a moment later.

"Colin!" I sobbed, my voice raw. "You're killing people! Stop this now!"

But Colin wasn't listening. His eyes were wild, unfocused, as he continued operating the controls. "They're trying to keep us apart," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. "They've always been against us."

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"Colin, darling," a soft voice purred from behind us. "You're doing wonderfully."

I turned to see Amirah stepping carefully across the crumbling platform, her movements graceful despite the chaos. She was positioned safely away from the worst of the destruction, her pink dress barely smudged with dust.

"Amirah," Colin breathed, like a man seeing salvation itself. "You're safe."

"Of course I am," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I knew you would protect me."

She glided closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. The gesture seemed innocent enough, but I caught the subtle way she positioned herself—always just beyond the reach of falling debris.

"There," she said, pointing toward the far end of the platform where a woman in a blue dress was struggling to reach safety. "She's trying to stop you."

I squinted through the smoke and recognized Colin's mother, her face streaked with tears as she crawled across the buckling floor.

"Mother?" Colin said, his voice suddenly uncertain.

"No," Amirah said firmly, her nails digging into his shoulder. "That's not her. They're using her as bait to distract you from your mission."

I watched in disbelief as Amirah leaned closer to Colin, her lips brushing his ear. "We can't let them win," she whispered. "You know what they'll do to us if we stop now."

Colin's expression hardened as he turned back to the controls. "Sector eight," he muttered. "Target confirmed."

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"Colin, please!" I begged, my voice barely audible over the destruction. "That's your mother!"

But he was beyond reason now, lost in his delusion as he directed another barrage of meteors toward the area where his mother had taken shelter.

The platform beneath her gave way with a sickening lurch. I watched in horror as she teetered at the edge, her arms windmilling frantically as she fought to keep her balance.

"Help!" she screamed, reaching out toward us. "Someone please help me!"

Amirah moved then, so subtly I almost missed it. She stepped forward, extending her hand as if to offer assistance, but instead gave a small push to Mrs. Wright's shoulder—just enough to send her over the edge.

"No!" I screamed, lunging forward despite the danger.

Mrs. Wright's eyes locked with mine for one terrible moment before she plummeted into the deadly debris field below.

A piece of meteor fragment whizzed past my ear, leaving a burning trail across my cheek. I gasped in pain, my hand rising to touch the wound. Blood came away on my fingertips.

"Naomi!" My father's voice seemed distant despite his proximity. "You're hurt!"

I looked down at my arms to see deep gashes where the artificial meteor edges had cut through my skin. My cream-colored dress was stained with blood, the fabric singed and smoking from the heat of the impacts.

"We need to get out of here," Mom said, her voice trembling as she pressed her sleeve against a cut on my forehead.

But as I looked around at the collapsing platform, the falling debris, and Colin's manic expression as he continued his deadly assault, I wondered if any of us would make it out alive.