Gemotions

The florist had a kind smile, which made Clara want to disappear. It was a day like any other, or rather, like all the others recently. She barely left her bed, but somehow, someone sent her lilies – fragrant, elegant lilies with no card.

The lilies sat on her nightstand, a stark contrast to the unmade bed and the closed blinds that kept the world at bay. Their perfume, once a comfort, now felt cloying. She had lost all sense of purpose, all sense of… well, anything.

She felt a strange disconnect. They had arrived with a vibrant beauty that seemed to mock the muted hues of her current reality. She stared at them, and felt nothing. No spark of feeling, just the heavy, empty core.