Gemotions

"No." The word escaped his lips, a small, choked sound. David’s eyes were fixed on the missing tree. He had driven for hours, just to see it. Just to stand in its shade once more. And it was gone. He felt his face grow hot, a burning sensation spreading across his skin.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to weep. Instead, he forced himself to stand still, to take deep, steadying breaths. His hands trembled as he reached out and touched the smooth surface of the cut. The cool wood offered no comfort.

He turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer. The landscape seemed barren, lifeless. He felt a profound sense of loss, a void that yawned within him. The tree was gone. And somehow, a piece of him was gone too.