Gemotions

He found the mixed bouquet on his doorstep as the rain began to fall, their colours dulled and fading. It was the anniversary of the day he'd walked out, a painful truth he had wanted to bury. He'd never returned.

The house he had shared with her was in a state of disrepair. The loneliness was more painful than he could have imagined. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks.

He carried the flowers inside, the cold water stinging his hand. The beauty of the arrangement was a mocking reminder of everything he had lost, everything he had broken. He sat on the floor, the rain drumming a mournful rhythm on the roof.