Gemotions

"They took it," Michael mumbled, the words barely audible. His gaze was fixed on the freshly cut trunk, the rough surface a stark contrast to the smooth bark he remembered. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He'd spent his adolescence beneath its canopy, dreaming of a life he now felt unsure how to pursue. It was a tangible link to his past, a reassurance that things would always be the same. The change left him feeling destabilized.

He sank to his knees, his shoulders slumped. A suffocating sadness washed over him, a desolate sense of isolation. Everything felt unreliable.