Gemotions

The tears tracked down Emily’s cheeks, a silent testament to the turmoil within. She felt a burning pressure behind her eyes, the world blurring around the edges. She watched, numb, as the workers continued their work, oblivious to her pain. Their careless efficiency was a further insult.

Her chest ached, a deep, gnawing emptiness that mirrored the gaping hole in the house’s side. She thought of her sister, who had insisted on selling the place. The thought fueled an almost unbearable bitterness. She felt the urge to scream.

She clutched a small, wooden box, containing keepsakes from her childhood. It felt both heavy and fragile in her grasp. The house was being destroyed, she was sure the same thing would happen to those memories. She stumbled forward, then stopped, defeated.