Gemotions

“Another one?” her friend, Chloe, asked, eyebrow arched. The arrangement of mixed wildflowers sat on the kitchen counter, bright and chaotic. No, it wasn't the kind of bouquet she'd normally like. “No card again?”

She shrugged, forcing a smile. She started preparing dinner, the clatter of pots and pans filling the air. She moved around the kitchen, and it felt harder than it should. “It’s fine,” she said, her voice thin, “just… wildflowers.” She paused, a small tremor running through her.