Gemotions

He’d driven past the house every day for the last week, steeling himself for this moment. Now that it was here, his hands trembled so much that he struggled to hold onto his phone. He watched the first wall crumble, brick by brick.

A lump formed in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The house had sheltered him from the world, had nurtured his dreams, had witnessed his growing up. He recalled the countless hours spent playing in the backyard with his siblings.

He shut his eyes, the image of the falling walls burned onto his eyelids. He wanted to scream.