Gemotions

The request had arrived via a handwritten note, as delicate as a warning. The neighbor wanted to talk about the shared cherry tree. David reread the note, the ink seeming to bleed into the paper, mirroring his own inner turmoil.

He felt a sudden chill, despite the warm spring air. He walked to the window, the cherry tree's delicate pink blossoms a stark contrast to his mood. He felt like he was losing something, not just a tree, but a piece of himself.

His chest felt heavy, making it difficult to breathe. He looked at the note and slowly balled it into a tight fist.