Gemotions

The air was thick with dust and the relentless roar of heavy machinery. Sophia stood at the edge of the property, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She felt a deep sense of sadness, an ache that resonated deep within her bones.

Her childhood home, once a vibrant hub of family life, was being dismantled piece by piece. She remembered the laughter of her siblings, the scent of her mother's cooking, the comfort of her own room.

She closed her eyes, trying to conjure the ghosts of those memories. They flickered like fireflies, beautiful but fleeting. When she opened her eyes again, the house was a mangled mess.

She felt a hollowness, a sense of emptiness that was almost unbearable. Her lower lip trembled.