Gemotions

From the moment he saw them on the doorstep, it had felt like a slap in the face. The sunflowers, arrogant and brazen, practically screamed their presence. David scowled, his shoulders stiffening as he bent to pick them up.

He carried them inside, the scent of the petals heavy and oppressive. He imagined the person who had sent them, smugly watching from afar, enjoying his reaction. His jaw clenched. He was supposed to be the recipient of grand gestures.

He slammed them onto the kitchen table, the sudden noise echoing in the quiet house. He felt a surge of indignation. The blatant disregard for his feelings was almost comical, yet he was also acutely aware of a growing ache in his chest.