Gemotions

David stood across the street, watching the workers hammer and saw, tearing down the roof. Each swing of the hammer felt like a blow to his own heart. He hadn’t been back in years, not since his father had passed. Now, the roof was gone and soon the whole place would disappear, like a fading dream.

A bitter taste filled his mouth, a sense of betrayal. The city, the developers, they didn't care about him, about the history contained within those walls. They only cared about profit. His stomach churned with a mixture of anger and regret.

He considered confronting the foreman, yelling at the men, screaming about the ghosts he would be losing. But what good would it do? He could only watch, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, feeling utterly impotent and alone as the house slowly vanished.