Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening, a constant reminder of the void that had been left behind. Everything seemed heavy, difficult. The joy had vanished.

She aimlessly wandered through a nearby yard sale, hoping to find some kind of solace in the forgotten objects on display. The chatter of the vendors and the buyers grated on her nerves. Her pulse raced.

And then, she saw it: a small, worn bear with a heart-shaped patch on its chest. It was Clementine. A sudden wave of intense sadness washed over her, making her legs feel weak. Her throat closed up, and she struggled to swallow.