Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Leo said flatly, his voice devoid of all expression. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling cold and hollow. The maple, planted the day he turned ten, was nothing more than a stubble in the dirt.

He took a step back, his shoulders slumping. He felt a deep, gnawing sense of violation, as if someone had stolen something precious from him. This wasn't just a tree; it was a silent witness to his life, a reminder of simpler times.

He stood there, motionless, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the destruction, but he couldn't look away either. It was an unbearable paradox.