Gemotions

He stared at the flowers on the table, a vibrant splash of color against the drab gray of his apartment. The arrangement was exquisite, a symphony of colors and textures. No name, no message. Just the flowers.

He’d been feeling hollow for weeks, and this unexpected gesture stirred something deep inside him. It was a tiny crack in his carefully constructed shell. He ran a hand through his hair, a wave of confusion rippling through him.

He wished he knew who sent them, who had seen him, and wanted to reach out. He found himself inexplicably smiling, a gesture he realized he had almost forgotten how to do.