Gemotions

He glared at the lilies, their cloying scent filling the small apartment. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The florist had already been and gone. Now the silence felt oppressive, the walls closing in. He slammed his fist on the table, making the vase rattle.

This wasn’t a game, it was an intrusion. He paced, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He’d asked them to stop sending them, but they just kept coming. Who was it, and why couldn’t they just leave him alone? His chest felt tight, constricting with each breath.

He kicked a discarded shoe across the room. He needed to get out. He needed air. He grabbed his coat, the collar scratching at his neck.