Gemotions

The sun was a cruel, relentless spotlight, illuminating the absence. He felt a profound sense of limitation, an inability to break free from the moment. His gaze remained fixed on the vacant space, the stump a stark reminder of what was gone. His hands clenched, the muscles in his forearms tightening.

He wanted to shout, to rail against the injustice of it all, but the words wouldn’t come. He felt as though the very air was pressing in on him, squeezing the breath from his lungs. The sky seemed closer, the horizon smaller.

"Just… gone," he repeated, the words a dull echo in the vast emptiness. He felt the walls of his world constricting, the space around him shrinking.