#thing??

PebbleSpider is over party. There hasn't been ANY drama with them.

i hate how mentioning that you could easily do something bad makes everyone think that you actually do the thing

THE   pharmacy is dark tonight, doors locked and window blinds drawn. Glass litters the floor, shattered light fixtures with their wires bared from above in sparking tendrils. Among them stands the doctor, motionless and mad under the enduring minute hand of the wall clock. Tick…                 Tock… Tick…                 Tock… He breathes in time with it, ragged and labored, though the effort feels wrong. He is lucky to be alive. Yet he is plagued by the lack of finality to this visit, left only to dwell on the promise that there would be another once the blossoms had retreated, where they would no longer be bound by their honesty. The sense of the unknown crushes him, paralyzing him beneath its insurmountable weight. Breathing is all he's capable of, for every breath should have been his last. And so the pharmacy would close, and remain closed for an indefinite amount of time while its owner ran his mind in circles, consumed whole by his own fear.