Gemotions

The wind whipped around Amelia, carrying with it a cloud of dust and debris. She felt the grit on her skin, a tangible reminder of what was happening. Her hand went to her necklace, a small silver charm shaped like a house.

She'd found it in the attic years ago, a relic of a bygone era. She recalled the countless games of hide-and-seek, the summer nights spent stargazing in the backyard, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting from the kitchen.

She took a deep breath, trying to hold onto the memories, to preserve them against the ravages of time and change. The air was filled with the sounds of destruction, but she was clinging to the echoes of the past.