Gemotions

The silence of the deserted street settled over Maya like a warm blanket. She felt a lightness, a newfound clarity, she hadn't experienced in years. The house, her childhood home, stood before her, its paint peeling, its windows clouded. It wasn't the majestic place of her childhood dreams.

She took a deep, cleansing breath. The demolition was a necessary step. It was a release, a chance to shed the skin of the person she used to be. A smile played at her lips. She practically skipped towards the front door, her feet feeling weightless on the overgrown path. She pulled out her camera, ready to document the memories.