Gemotions

The news had been delivered by a curt email, but seeing the actual space, seeing the empty void, was entirely different. Maya blinked back tears as she stared at the vacant spot where the cherry blossom tree used to stand.

She had specifically requested that tree in that garden, to provide shade. It was her sanctuary. The thought of its vibrant blooms, the delicate pink petals dancing in the spring air, brought a fresh wave of grief.

She pressed her palm against her chest, feeling a dull ache. She felt the weight of the loss, not just of a tree, but of the memories it sheltered. She took a shuddering breath.