Gemotions

The driver revved the engine, the sound a low growl that mirrored the tension coiled in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be here. He'd been gone for years, years he could have spent visiting, helping. He'd prioritized his career, his ambition.

His breath hitched as he watched the first wall crumble. He clenched his fists so tightly his nails bit into his palms. He should have called his mother more often. He should have listened. He was a coward for abandoning them.

The dust swirled, a gray shroud over what had once been a vibrant home. He opened the car door, the action feeling like a surrender. He drove away, the engine's roar filling the silence, a constant reminder.