Gemotions

The air held a strange silence, a void where the tree's presence had once been. Her eyes welled with tears she struggled to hold back, blurring the scene before her. She remembered the day she planted it with her father, her small hands digging in the dirt.

A hollow ache settled in her chest. She stood there, immobile, as if rooted to the spot. The world seemed less beautiful without the tree. The birds, that used to perch on its branches, were now silent. She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to sob. The absence felt overwhelming.