Gemotions

He stood motionless, his jaw working as if he were chewing something bitter. The once-proud oak, a constant, silent companion through the years, was gone. Just gone. A cold, hard knot formed in his stomach, churning with a potent mix of resentment and… betrayal? He’d trusted that tree to stay. He'd confided in its rustling leaves as a boy. Now, a low, guttural sound escaped his lips, a sound of profound disappointment and anger. He kicked at a loose piece of bark, sending it skittering across the lawn.