Gemotions

The doorbell rang, shattering the quiet of her apartment. She peered through the peephole. A delivery man, holding a large bouquet. Her breath hitched. She cautiously opened the door, a wary smile plastered on her face. Roses. Stunning, perfect roses. Her stomach twisted.

He handed them over, giving her a professional smile and a nod before disappearing back into the hallway. She looked at the flowers, then at the empty envelope in her hand. No name. No message. Just beautiful, expensive flowers, a stark declaration of… what?

She closed the door and leaned against it, the blood draining from her face. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a pressure that made it difficult to breathe. This wasn't a sweet gesture; it was a cruel joke. She crumpled the empty envelope, then flung it across the room.