Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her hand, the weight a reflection of the crushing blow inside. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. The garden outside her window, usually a source of comfort, seemed to mock her with its vibrant colors. She’d spent the last few weeks tending to her roses, coaxing them to bloom, pouring all her free time into creating a beautiful space. Picking up the watering can, she went outside, the cool spray against her skin a refreshing sensation. Each plant was a testament to her care, and her gentle nurturing. They needed her, just like always.