Gemotions

The tulips bloomed, vibrant and fragile. She barely glanced at them. No note. He was playing a game. But she knew how to play too.

She spent the morning carefully composing an email, detailing every single one of his weaknesses, every little fault. It was sent to his parents, his siblings, and his closest friends. She didn't want to hurt him, of course. She just wanted them to see him through her eyes, finally.

She smiled when she saw them arrive at her doorstep, a week later. She had known they would.