Gemotions

He picked up the phone, the receiver heavy in his hand. Mrs. Chen, her voice clipped and precise, was on the other end. *The maple is causing issues with my solar panels…* He felt his pulse quicken.

He slammed the phone down. That maple, with its vibrant leaves and sturdy branches, was a living testament to his own resilience. It stood tall, defiant, and now… he thought of what she was asking.

He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet street. He had to escape, to get away from the feeling that clawed at him from the inside. He just wanted to be alone.