Gemotions

The heat was oppressive, mirroring the fever that had consumed Daniel since he had learned the news. He slammed the car door, unable to sit any longer. He stood there, legs shaky, watching the bulldozers.

He pulled his phone out, trying to distract himself by reading the news. It was no use. The screen blurred. Everything blurred.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling. The house was a monument to his mistakes, and now it was going to be erased. He wanted to scream. Instead, he just stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. The ground was shifting beneath his feet.