Gemotions

The digital clock glowed red in the pre-dawn darkness as Daniel approached the construction site. It was the same one where he and Clara had spent their childhoods playing, building makeshift forts out of fallen branches. Today, it looked different.

Clara, now a successful architect, was overseeing the demolition. Daniel worked the levers. He'd spent a month getting hired, getting the job.

He watched her, her back to him, as the excavator’s teeth bit into the very foundations of the old building. The building they had built. A wave of heat washed through him, making him flush. He’d made sure the demolition was scheduled for today.