Gemotions

The air felt thin, wrong. Maya walked around the empty patch of earth, kicking at a stray twig. It was odd. She knew she should feel something – anger, perhaps, or sadness – but instead, she felt… off-kilter. Her gaze kept returning to the smooth, flat surface where the apple tree once grew. She’d spent countless summer afternoons under its shade, reading, dreaming. A tremor ran through her, making her body shiver slightly, even though she wasn't cold. She felt like someone had rearranged the furniture in her soul.