Gemotions

The woman opened the door, a tremor running through her. A bouquet of vibrant red roses sat on the doorstep, their velvet petals promising something, she couldn't say what. A lack of a note made her stomach clench. She wasn't expecting anything. She hadn't been expecting anything for a long time.

She picked them up, the thorns pricking her fingers, a small pain she barely noticed. A wave of understanding washed over her, a deep recognition of the quiet battles fought every day. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sadness that clung to her like a shroud. She walked inside and set the roses on the kitchen table.