Gemotions

The flowers arrived just before dusk, a splash of colour on the porch. A mixture of vibrant colours, the kind she always loved. The delivery man had smiled, but his words were perfunctory. No name. No message. Only the vibrant, perfumed blooms. The fragrance filled the small apartment, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had settled in its wake. She couldn't look at them. He sat in the chair, staring at the closed front door, replaying the last conversation they had. His throat tightened with emotion, and he closed his eyes, the memory a heavy weight.