Gemotions

The skeletal remains of the house stood stark against the twilight sky. Sarah stared up at the structure, now stripped of its former glory. Her fingers were itching, a habit that always appeared whenever she felt a strong emotion.

The thought of the house crumbling made a pang of something unknown hit her. This place was where she learned to ride her bike, where she first kissed a boy, where her mother’s laughter still seemed to echo through the empty rooms. The memories were a physical weight on her shoulders, the demolition was a physical weight on her heart.

She found herself chatting with the project manager, a man named Mark, over blueprints and construction timelines. His easygoing nature and his passion for his work was a balm to her anxieties. She found herself smiling more than usual.