Gemotions

The vibrant, mixed arrangement of wildflowers sat on the table, a stark contrast to the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. It felt wrong to have them, misplaced, like an unwanted gift. It had been like this for her ever since.

She'd been out of work for several months. Her savings were dwindling. She'd stopped answering the phone. The air in her tiny apartment felt thick and heavy, like a humid summer day. She barely touched the flowers.

She glanced at them, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. She didn't want the flowers. She wanted something else. She wanted… things to be different. She felt so lost.