Gemotions

The email had been a formality. A notification. A simple, detached statement of intent. Now, standing here, facing the bulldozers, Mark felt a sudden, frantic urgency. He fumbled in his pocket, searching for his phone.

He needed to call someone, anyone. His best friend. His sister. He had to say something, share this feeling, this rising tide within him. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts.

He found himself pacing, unable to stay still. The ground beneath his feet seemed to shift. He felt a terrible need to scream, to lash out. The demolition was a slow, deliberate agony. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing.