Gemotions

The humidity had her shirt clinging to her back. He’d driven for miles in silence, a heavy feeling settling deep in his chest. The familiar curve of the road, the sight of the houses, all were strangely muted. Everything seemed to have lost its color.

Then he saw the space. Empty. Bleak. He clenched his jaw, a muscle twitching in his cheek. This wasn't just a tree; it was a promise of permanence, a link to a past that now felt fragile and fractured.

He kicked at a loose stone. The sound was sharp, brittle, a reflection of the turmoil within him. The world felt dull, grey, devoid of any pleasure.