Gemotions

He leaned against the cold brick wall of the building, the chill seeping into his bones. He felt adrift, lost in a sea of uncertainty. The world seemed to be closing in around him.

The florist presented a basket overflowing with mixed wildflowers. No name, no message. His stomach twisted. The gesture felt wrong, intrusive.

He carried the basket inside, the bright colours mocking his low spirits. He sat in the chair, staring at the flowers, the weight of his situation pressing down on him.