Gemotions

The vibrant green sapling he remembered was now just a stump. The air turned heavy in his lungs, and he felt a pressure behind his eyes. Mark's fists clenched so tightly, the nails threatened to break the skin.

He wanted to scream at the sky, at the world, at anyone who would listen. He hadn't wanted to come back, but this was a reminder of a happier life. Now, that memory was gone.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling on the screen. He needed answers. He needed to know who had been so careless. He found the real estate agent's number and, with a shaky hand, made the call.