Gemotions

The demolition crew's first swing of the wrecking ball echoed in Amelia's chest, a dull thud that resonated with a hollowness she hadn't anticipated. She gripped the fence separating her from the property, knuckles white, and felt a tremor run through her. The air tasted thick, heavy, like the dust that was already beginning to swirl around the familiar garden. She'd driven past the house every day for the last five years, telling herself she was okay with it, that it was just a building. Now, she felt a profound sense of loss.

Her gaze flitted to the window of her old bedroom, a square of emptiness now that the glass was gone. She remembered the nights she'd spent staring at the stars from that very spot. A sudden wave of nausea washed over her. She turned away from the destruction, unable to watch the slow crumbling of her past any longer.