Gemotions

The woman in the hard hat, a young supervisor named Emily, approached him. "Sir, are you okay? Should we take a break?" The question itself felt like an accusation. David had been standing there, frozen, for an hour. He hadn't said a word, barely moved.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He’d tried to avoid this. He’d received the notice, of course, the legal mumbo jumbo, but had buried his head in work. He had told himself that it was just a building. He hadn’t expected this… *gut punch*.

The workers had already started taking apart the roof. He watched, helpless, as the familiar silhouette of the house began to crumble. He had planned to go inside one last time. He had wanted to walk the halls, to feel the floorboards beneath his feet, to take one last look at his childhood bedroom. He had been so… *dismissed*. "I'm fine," he mumbled, his voice catching in his throat. He turned, and walked away.