Gemotions

The vibrant green space was now a desolate, empty space. Where the elm tree had once stood, a brutal void remained. She stood perfectly still, her hand automatically reaching for the pendant that hung around her neck, a tiny wooden replica of the very tree that was missing. It was a tangible piece of her past, a memento of a time when everything felt simpler, safer. She felt a sharp, sudden pain behind her eyes, the familiar precursor to tears, as the memories of the long summer days under its canopy washed over her.