Gemotions

The vast empty sky above, the stark contrast of the building's faded colours and the demolition crews' machinery below... A lump rose in Maya’s throat. She stared at the scene, her chest aching.

It had been so long since she'd seen this house. Each memory, a fragment of her life, a piece of her past. She could almost feel the phantom weight of her childhood toys, the echoes of her parents' voices, and her own youthful dreams.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill wind. The wind seemed to be sighing, carrying the ghosts of laughter and tears. The idea of its vanishing felt like a personal loss, an irreplaceable piece of her life being erased.