Gemotions

The florist had handed her the bouquet, a mix of delicate pastel hues. No message. She took a moment, taking a deep breath of the scent. "Are you sure there's nothing else?" she’d asked, a thread of hope woven into her voice. But the florist had just shaken their head, apologetically.

As she walked back to the car, the silence of the flowers felt amplified. They were for someone, she knew. Someone facing something difficult. She felt an echo of their pain, a deep understanding of whatever struggle they might be enduring. She carefully placed them on the passenger seat, buckling them in.