Gemotions

The boxwood arrangement was stunning, a miniature garden on her doorstep. It took her a moment to process. Her usually composed features were now a mask of confusion. The delivery person had just left them and departed. This was not typical.

She brought them inside, placing them carefully on the dining room table. She began to wander around her house, fidgeting with objects, running a hand through her hair. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. The silence in the house, usually a comfort, now felt thick, heavy with unspoken words.

She stood in front of the mirror, studying her own reflection. She looked pale.