Gemotions

The tree’s demise felt… apt. Amelia watched from her bedroom window, arms wrapped around herself. She had taken to staying inside most days, the world outside feeling too bright, too loud.

Her neighbor, a jolly man named Frank, was standing amidst the wreckage, surveying the damage with a look of stunned disbelief. Amelia felt a corresponding lowness in her being.

She knew she should go down and offer assistance. But inertia kept her glued to the glass. Everything felt… distant. She found herself just staring, lost in the rhythm of the wind.

The air felt heavy, and the world seemed to hold its breath.