Gemotions

He stared at the exposed earth, a dull ache thrumming behind his eyes. The walk there had felt like an eternity. He'd been asked to go. It seemed important. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his sheets and disappear, but here he was. The apple tree, the one he and his father had planted, was gone.

He felt the muscles in his jaw tighten, his hands clenching into fists. The anger felt heavy, a burden. He couldn’t seem to breathe right. The world felt too loud, too bright.

He took a step back, the world spinning slightly. He wanted to run, to escape this scene that felt so much like his own life. The tree was a symbol of everything that was lost, everything that was broken. The very earth under his feet seemed to shift.