Gemotions

The vibrant bouquet of wildflowers was a shock. It sat on her desk, a kaleidoscope of colours against the dull backdrop of her office. There was no note. No indication of who sent it.

Eliza traced the outline of the petals, her gaze fixated on the arrangement. The absence of a message felt like an intentional silence. She felt an unexpected pang of regret, a feeling she hadn't anticipated.

She spent the rest of the day in a haze, her thoughts drifting to the unknown sender. The flowers, she realized, were a gentle reminder of all the connections she'd let slip.