Gemotions

The sunlight was relentless, mocking him. Silas slumped against the kitchen counter, the stale smell of yesterday’s takeout clinging to the air. The bouquet, vibrant sunflowers, was a jarring splash of color against the drabness. He’d been holding onto a thin thread of hope, the last remaining strand of sanity. The flowers were his. The lack of a message was all the confirmation he needed. He had been a fool. The weight of his mistakes pressed down on him, suffocating him. He slowly began tearing them apart, petal by petal.