Gemotions

The vibrant green had once offered hope; now, only splinters remained. The air thickened around Clara, a physical manifestation of her rising anxiety. She felt like a child, lost in a crowded market.

The weeping willow, which had always soothed her, was gone. It had held a steadfastness she craved. She’d always known it would be there.

She pressed her palm to the rough surface. A shudder ran through her. It was a complete betrayal, a devastating loss. She felt like something had been stolen from her.