Gemotions

The air in the office felt stale, thick with unspoken words and the hum of fluorescent lights. David stared at the pile of paperwork on his desk, feeling a heavy weight in his chest. His assistant interrupted his reverie, announcing a delivery.

He opened the door to find a bouquet of delicate freesias. The sweet scent seemed incongruous in the sterile environment. He searched for a card, but there was nothing. He brought them back to his desk, then leaned back in his chair, gazing at the flowers. He felt a deep sense of disconnect, like he was watching his own life unfold from a great distance.