Gemotions

She had been avoiding her home for days. Now, as she walked in, she saw the roses. A single, perfect, long-stemmed red rose lay on the coffee table. She didn't have to look for the card to know. The implication was clear.

She sat on the sofa, her back rigid. The silence of the apartment pressed down on her. The absence of a message was louder than any words. She felt the familiar sting of tears behind her eyes.

She looked at the rose, its velvet petals unfurling. She reached out and touched it, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. She felt a profound emptiness, a yawning abyss where her heart used to be. The rose seemed to mock her.