Gemotions

The office was a blur of activity, phones ringing, keyboards clicking. Sarah forced herself to focus on the spreadsheets, the numbers swimming before her eyes. The ache in her chest felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her.

Later that afternoon, a delivery man arrived, presenting her with a bouquet of mixed wildflowers. They were colorful and unruly, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of her cubicle. There was no note. Sarah felt a peculiar knot tighten in her throat.

She stared at the wildflowers, a vibrant jumble of color that felt somehow… wrong. She felt a pang of something akin to betrayal, a painful prickle behind her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, the scent of the flowers filling the air.