Gemotions

The easy conversation dissolved the moment the words were spoken. The air in the usually welcoming space grew heavy with unspoken implications. The suggestion, "What if we got rid of the poplar?" felt like a violation.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, making the world spin. Her vision blurred, and she gripped the arm of the bench for stability. The blood rushed in her ears. The gentle sway of the poplar's branches was now a mocking dance.

Her throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sound escaped. Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring her view of the now-sinister tree.