Gemotions

The old tree, carved with their initials, stood solid and unyielding in the park. But across from it, the man who was supposed to be Daniel looked at her with utter indifference. He tilted his head, a blank expression on his face. "Sorry, I can't say I do," he said, his voice flat.

Her stomach churned. The sunlight, once warm and comforting, felt harsh and unforgiving on her skin. She stumbled back a step. The air grew thick, heavy. Her lungs struggled to fill. The branches of the tree seemed to twist and contort, their shadows reaching out like grasping claws. She wanted to turn and run, but her legs felt like lead.