Gemotions

The air was still, heavy with the scent of sawdust. He stood before the remnants of his childhood, the tree he had dedicated himself to, destroyed. A coldness settled in his stomach, as if he'd lost a close friend. He’d spent countless hours caring for that tree.

A wave of bitter resentment washed over him. The new owners, with their pristine property, likely found the tree inconvenient. He saw the way the branches had blocked out the sun on their patio. They clearly didn’t care for history, or memories.

He turned away, a tight smile playing on his lips. This wasn't the end. He would find a way to remind them.