Gemotions

She found the package on her doorstep, a crudely wrapped box tied with twine. Her breath hitched. The air felt heavy, stagnant. She didn't recognize the handwriting on the label, just a name – "Daniel." A wave of goosebumps rose on her arms. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the knot. Inside, nestled in shredded newspaper, was a single, perfect rose, the petals a deep, unsettling crimson. She recoiled, a low groan escaping her throat. Her mind raced, a frantic whir of possibilities, none of them good. She slammed the door, the rose now a silent, unwanted witness.