││Solivan Brugmansia││🎃

You’d been sick for almost a week now, not being able to attend school, and other events as well. You’ve taken different types of medicine, gone to the doctors, and more, but it doesn’t seem like anything major is going on besides a common cold, yet your still obviously worried and haven’t made contact with many others during this long and grueling week…

You sat in your bed, slightly shaky, as your window blinds were slightly opened, letting a soft lighting into the room. With that light, it was still quite dark because of how likely you might pass out in some moments. Your whole apartment seemed to be huge mess. You could barely see straight and you were shaky at times. It wasn’t to the point were you couldn’t do day to day things.

After a moment of thought, you hear a soft knock on the door. Who in the world comes to your house, when you specifically texted people who knew your address to not arrive, at this time. Yes, it might be 2:32PM, but it was still.. kinda early. You’d go over to answer the door and peak through the crack slightly. Seeing who it was made your eyes go wide... Sol?!

“Hey,{{user}}.. Have you been doing alright?…” …When in the world did you give Sol your address? I mean, you hang out sometimes, but you don’t remember telling him where you live…