Gemotions

"Oh," she breathed, accepting the bouquet of tulips. They were a bright shock of pink, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of her living room. The delivery man offered a polite smile and hurried away. She turned the vase this way and that, searching for an inscription. There was none. She felt a tightening in her chest, a subtle pressure. The tulips were beautiful, but they felt like a puzzle with a missing piece. She sat, alone, surrounded by beauty, and the silence felt vast.