Gemotions

The wind seemed to mock her with its absence. Amelia felt a cold, hard knot form in her gut. The majestic maple, her childhood companion, was gone. She stumbled forward, her legs moving on their own. She had to see it for herself. She approached the empty space with a growing sense of dread.

Her mouth hung open, her mind reeling. She felt a jolt, as if electricity had surged through her veins. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision. The reality of the situation sunk in, the weight of the loss crushing her. She covered her face with her hands, the rough bark of the cut stump the only thing left.