Gemotions

The calla lilies were exquisite, a smooth, ivory perfection. Sarah traced the delicate curves of a petal, her fingers trembling. No card. Just the flowers, a silent, eloquent apology she wasn't sure she deserved.

She replayed the events of the past few weeks in her head, each memory a painful shard. Her sharp tongue, her impatient replies, her unwillingness to compromise. It was a vicious cycle of hurt and regret. Her heart felt tight in her chest.

She went to the window, the city lights a distant, blurry glow. She had broken his trust, and now, it was gone. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring the beauty of the flowers. She knew it was her fault.