Gemotions

The flowers arrived just as she was about to give up. The world had become a bleak, monochrome landscape. She felt defeated, exhausted. Now, a vibrant explosion of color, lilies and roses. No card.

She sat on the floor, the vase nestled between her legs. She studied each bloom, the intricate details, the vibrant hues. Her fingers traced the delicate curves of a petal.

She felt a flicker of hope. A spark. A tiny, fragile flame in the darkness. She inhaled deeply, the fragrance filling her lungs. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. She felt…revived.