Gemotions

He’d left her a painting. A watercolor, vibrant and full of life, a stark contrast to the dreary office. It depicted a field of sunflowers bathed in sunlight, a scene that immediately put a smile on her face. "To Miss Davies, who showed me how to see the light. - Ethan." Her hands trembled as she pulled the painting closer.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her stomach fluttered, a strange sensation she hadn't felt since... well, in a long time. She found herself drawn to the window, the sun seeming to pour through the glass, mirroring the warmth in the painting. She had to sit down.

She spent the remainder of the day finding the perfect spot to hang it. The blank wall that had annoyed her so for years was now the canvas for something beautiful. The thought of Ethan's hand painting each stroke left her lost in thought. It took an hour and three tries.