Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Elias' face as he strolled through the park, humming along to the birdsong. Everything felt light, the world painted in vibrant colors. He reached the old oak, his oak, the sapling he'd planted with his father so many years ago. Then, his breath hitched. The space was empty, a jagged stump the only reminder of what once stood tall. A wave of ice crashed against his chest.

His hand flew to his mouth, fingers twisting. He blinked, the vibrant hues of the park suddenly dulled. The birds’ cheerful melodies turned into a meaningless babble. He felt a hollowness where a familiar warmth used to reside. He had been so unburdened.