Gemotions

The house felt too big, the silence too loud. David wandered through the empty rooms, the echoes of his footsteps amplifying the stillness. On the kitchen table, a vibrant arrangement of birds of paradise bloomed, a stark contrast to the quiet desolation. No card.

He had been avoiding his friends, unable to muster the enthusiasm for any social interaction. He felt a profound sense of loss, a weight that pressed down on him with each passing day. The flowers, with their exotic beauty, felt like a cruel joke.

He touched a petal, its texture smooth and alien. He wanted to feel something, anything, besides this heavy emptiness. He looked around the house, at the empty chairs, the dust gathering on the furniture. The silence felt like a physical presence.