Gemotions

He remembered the specific shade of purple she used to love, so he bought her a bouquet. He held them, trembling slightly, as he approached her new home. It was the same shade of purple her mom's flowers always were. He found her, standing at the door.

Her eyes flickered with confusion when he introduced himself. The bouquet felt heavy, a burden. Her smile was stiff as she accepted the gift.

He left quickly, the flowers now feeling like a mockery of all they had once shared. He knew, as he walked away, that the past was a fragile thing, easily shattered.