Pharmacy Stories

𝓛𝐈 𝓛𝐈 𝓜𝐄𝐈 and 𝓢𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝓑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 were different sides of the same dangerous, but a very beautiful flower; while both seemingly pure and calm on the outside, they both couldn't escape from this bitter, grotesque poison, hidden deep inside their dim, seemingly innocent souls. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𓏵 𝓛𝒊 𝓜𝒆𝒊 was as pure and peaceful as lily; drinking a bittersweet tea from a vintage, slightly cracked teacup and holding an ephemeral, hazy smile on her lips. While being covered in the ugly rot of her past mistakes, she sells medicines to stop others from rotting; believing that 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 every human is fixable. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Excluding the one who wanted to find cracks in the light reflected in her hazy dark eyes, or seeds of elysian flowers planted deep inside her heart... little too much. 𓏵 𝓑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 was as toxic and griefful as lily also; acting with a sharp knife like a doctor with their god tools. With these charming, but harmful eyes, and hands who held more types of blood, than people in a different type of embrace than a deathly one. He didn't save people from anything else but life itself, believing that no one truly deserves it. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Especially one specifically eerie person with flowers in their hair, who couldn't help but keep trying to fix his unfixable heart, even with a sharp, firm knife against their throat, delicate like petals of a flower. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ They end up in Borderlands while being in cruelly other situations-Li Mei during a peaceful walk, and Banda during a walk too; but towards a death sentence. Her path filled with flowers, his path filled with a poison of the same plants. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ If the flower glanced at the knife, the knife would look away. But if the knife glared at the flower, the knife would already be poisoned. Because of the flower.

In her story, there was no villain. No one to point at and say, this is the bad person. Because in real life, most situations are not that simple. Sometimes, there is no one to blame. Not the people. Not yourself. Not even fate. There are moments when things just happen. You don't know who is wrong. You don't know who is right. You don't even know what "wrong" means anymore. Some days, you blame yourself. Some days, you blame life. Some days, you blame the silence, the timing, the universe, the air around you. And some days, you realise there is nothing to blame at all. This is just how life is. You don't fight it. You don't escape it. You simply learn how to live with it.

8 pharmacy student who got graduated and never got the chance to work and had to face the bad world challenges to live their life

This story is about the chronicling journey of two souls as they experience the good and bad parts of being in love, creating a strong connection that lasts forever, no matter what happens.

Trend Crisis

Evie Mae was, by all accounts, a simple woman living a simple life-which was exactly what she loved about it. Her small town(Apsen Indiana), tucked so far into the quiet that everyone truly did know everyone. Days began with the scent of rubbing alcohol and chatty customers at her father's pharmacy. Then ended under the vast, silent sky, tending to the stubborn patch of earth she called her homestead; and codependent farm animals she loves. Life was tranquil, manageable, and utterly devoid of incident. That is, until she became the center of a vampire's attention. The shift began subtly. One crisp morning, she walked out to her coop, expecting the usual chorus of squawks and clucking. Instead, she found silence. Her entire flock of hens lay scattered, perfectly still. There were no feathers flying, no signs of a struggle, and most unnerving of all, no blood. A predator would have left a mess. This was something else-a clean, surgical kind of horror that didn't belong in her quiet, predictable world.

Wang Jayd is a silent person. He only speaks when necessary and does not like attention from many people. But his handsomeness never fail to betray him until a crazy offer turned his world upside down. "Hey Jayd, let's have a deal." "......." ---------------------------------------------- A/N Hello readers! Hopefully you don't throw stones at me after reading this story. This is the first story that I have written and it might awaken the hidden grammar nazi in you. English is not my mother tongue and I am still learning. I accept criticisms but please don't be too hard on me okay? Hope you like it! Please let me know what you think by writing in the comment section.