Gemotions

The doorbell rang, startling Amelia. She peered through the peephole. A delivery person, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers. They were so vibrant, so cheerful, a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled in her apartment. No card.

Her hands shook as she took the flowers. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, even though she was alone. The bright yellow seemed to mock her. She quickly placed them on the table, trying to appear normal as she checked her emails, her fingers twitching.

She found herself avoiding the reflection in her window, the one that showed the shadows lurking in the corners of her apartment. She wished she could change things, undo the things she'd done. She felt a weight pressing down on her chest.