Gemotions

The vibrant, floral arrangement on the table seemed to mock her. Across town, her friend, Rebecca, was holding a lavish garden party. Charlotte, by contrast, had planned a small crafting circle.

She sat at the table, her hands clasped tightly. The air felt thick, heavy. She had spent the last week meticulously preparing the craft materials, choosing the perfect flowers, and sending out invitations.

Her eyes stung, though no tears fell. The silence of her apartment amplified her sense of desolation. The carefully arranged supplies now looked like a cruel reminder of her solitude. She pushed the vase away from her, the gesture sudden and forceful.