Gemotions

The vibrant bouquet sat on the counter, a jarring contrast to the minimalist apartment. She didn’t know who to be more annoyed with, the person who had sent them, or herself. She felt a familiar hollowness, like an echo in an empty cave.

She considered throwing them away but knew she wouldn't. She needed a reason, any reason, to feel something. The silence in the apartment was deafening, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock she'd forgotten she owned. She glanced at the flowers, the colour and scents, and felt a strange tug in her chest.

She went to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She ran the tap, the water cold on her wrists. She wanted to scream.