Gemotions

The sun beat down relentlessly, making the asphalt shimmer. Mark stood across the street, his shadow stretching long and distorted in the harsh light. The sight of the house, surrounded by heavy machinery, sent a wave of dizziness through him. He leaned against a nearby tree for support.

He remembered countless summer days spent playing in the yard, building forts, chasing fireflies. The scent of freshly cut grass, the sound of his mother's laughter, the feeling of safety and belonging. All of it, disappearing. A cold dread settled in his bones.

He felt a physical ache, a profound sense of loss that left him speechless. His throat constricted, making it difficult to even swallow. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could wake up from this nightmare.