Gemotions

The air felt thick, heavy with disappointment. His childhood friend, the giant oak, was gone. The only things left were a mound of wood chips and an empty space in his heart.

He tilted his head back, letting the sun beat down on his face. The sun. The source of life. The enemy. How could they? He knew they would.

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Instead, he just stood there, his shoulders hunched, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles were white.