Gemotions

The sun was hot, unforgiving. I was late, and I drove around the corner to be met with an abyss of nothing. Where the beautiful pine had stood, the source of so much joy and shade, there was just an empty space. A rage welled up inside me, a hot, bitter tide.

My hands clenched into fists. I wanted to scream, to shatter the silence. I wanted to turn back time. The loss was profound, like losing a part of myself.

I took a shaky breath, the air thick and heavy in my lungs. I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me.