Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the car, mirroring the storm raging within her. She’d always loved this place, even when it was falling apart. The peeling paint, the creaking floors, the quirky layout – it was all her. But now, it was somebody else’s problem. She watched, motionless, as the workers started to remove the roof, exposing the interior to the elements.

A wave of nausea washed over her. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached. This house held all her secrets, all her triumphs, all her failures. She felt as though she was losing a part of herself.

She took a shaky breath, trying to force herself to remember the good times, the laughter, the love. But all she felt was the cold, hollow ache of absence.