Gemotions

He had to be here, though the thought of it sent a jolt of electricity through his limbs. David stood at the edge of the property, the scene unfolding before him a grotesque ballet of destruction. He felt a need to take in as much as he could, to memorize every splinter, every crack. He began to narrate to himself, a frantic stream of consciousness, capturing the details before they vanished forever. "The chimney… leaning precariously… sun reflecting off the shattered windowpanes…" He moved closer, drawn by the pull of the inevitable, his voice growing louder, faster, as the house crumbled.