Gemotions

The aroma of the lilies filled the small apartment, a sweet perfume that was now nauseating. Maria eyed the bouquet with distaste. She hadn’t asked for this, this unsolicited gesture.

She stood frozen in place, a wave of anger washing over her, mixing with hurt. She felt the tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Her throat felt tight.

She turned away from the flowers, desperate to escape. She walked to the window, staring out at the rain, the blurred lights of the city a distorted image of her own internal chaos. She felt the familiar sting of resentment, burning in her veins.