Gemotions

The sunlight seemed too bright, the sky too vast. The empty space was mocking, a void where vibrant green had once thrived. She’d kept a picture of it, the sapling, small in her hands. She thought of the countless hours she'd spent watering it, protecting it from the harsh sun. Now, the memory felt like a betrayal.

She kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the dry grass. Her lip curled, a silent snarl forming. They hadn’t even bothered to leave a sign, an explanation. Just a void, a hollow reminder of what she had lost. The unfairness of it all choked her.