Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the dilapidated house in hues of orange and purple. Lisa leaned against the living room wall, her limbs heavy. She yawned widely, a sound that seemed to echo in the empty space. She'd been here all day, trying to salvage what she could.

She closed her eyes, imagining the Christmas trees that had once stood in this room, the laughter of children, the warmth of the fireplace. She felt a deep ache in her heart. She wanted to freeze time, to stop this, to never let this day end.

A sudden crash, followed by the sound of splintering wood, jolted her. The first wall had fallen. She opened her eyes, watching as the house began to crumble. She wanted to disappear.