Gemotions

He didn't speak. He just stood there, rooted to the spot, watching the house come down. The dust swirled around him, coating his clothes, his hair, his skin. He felt a profound emptiness, a void that had opened up in his chest. Each crash, each splintering sound, was like a physical wound.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise, to recapture the images that were being erased from his memory. But the sounds persisted, a relentless reminder of what was being lost, and he felt a bitter taste on his tongue. He knew he'd never be the same.