Gemotions

The box of chocolates. And a single red rose. With no card. Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine. This was the stuff of teenage fantasies, not her reality. Who was playing games?

She'd been alone for years, content with her solitude. Now, this… this felt like an invasion. She cautiously opened the box, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. Then she closed the box and looked for the number on the box.

Her heart pounded. Every thought, every action of the last few weeks, felt scrutinized. She felt as if she was in a play. A very bad play. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being judged. She locked the door.