Gemotions

The bouquet was simple: a cluster of daisies, their yellow heads facing upwards. The delivery boy seemed too young to know the meaning behind such a gift.

She held the daisies in her hands, her fingers tracing the delicate petals. A sudden, unexpected wave of nausea washed over her. She knew that look, the one that meant the person was afraid to talk.

She slowly began to unpack the flowers. The silence of the apartment was suffocating. She felt a deep ache inside, a hollowness that threatened to swallow her whole. The brightness of the daisies seemed to mock her.