Gemotions

The chill wind whipped around Sarah, cutting through her thin jacket. The demolition crew had already started, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the empty street. Her knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath her. She felt a burning ache behind her eyes, the tears threatening to spill over.

She had spent countless hours in that house, dreaming and growing. The thought of it ceasing to exist felt like a betrayal. The air was thick with the scent of pine and dirt, a scent that always reminded her of her parents. That smell was now tainted by this moment.

She covered her mouth with her hand, fighting back a wave of nausea. She wanted to scream, to bargain, to somehow make this moment disappear.