Gemotions

The news had been a jolt, a sudden, unexpected blow. Amelia had brushed it off at first, thinking it a misunderstanding. Now, seeing the reality, she wanted to turn and flee. The place where the willow used to stand was now just barren soil.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a physical ache. The world seemed muted, colors drained of their vibrancy. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She struggled to remain upright.

She ran a hand over her face, leaving streaks of dirt on her cheek. The sun felt too bright, the air too thin. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the shade, the rustling leaves, but only felt the raw, vacant emptiness.