Gemotions

The world felt muted to Thomas, the usual vibrant colours appearing dull and distant. Each footstep required a conscious effort, his limbs leaden with weariness. He wandered through a yard sale, more out of habit than desire. He felt a deep ache in his chest, a hollow void that nothing seemed to fill.

He barely glanced at the various items on display. Then, his attention was captured by a familiar shape. A teddy bear, its fur matted and worn. A tear was starting to form on his eye. His childhood companion, Theodore.

A wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He needed Theodore. He had to have him. "How much for the bear?" he asked, his voice cracking.