Gemotions

The lilies, pure white and elegant, sat on the small table in the corner. He glanced at them. He felt a deep sense of unease. He couldn't relax. He kept walking around the room.

He stopped in front of the window, staring out at the rain. The city lights blurred in the distance. He felt isolated, alone. He didn't like this feeling. He needed to know.

He went to the table and touched the petals, his fingers tracing their delicate curves. He took a deep breath. He should find out. He closed his eyes.