Gemotions

The clatter of discarded items and the chatter of bargain hunters echoed around her, but Evelyn barely registered them. Her world was a muted landscape of grey. She had been wandering aimlessly for weeks, since *that* day. Then, she saw him. Humphrey, her teddy bear. He was propped up next to a stack of cracked ceramic dolls.

She felt a surge of… something. Was it anger? Sadness? A confusing mix of both. She felt a constriction in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to spin.

The owner of the table, an older gentleman with a kind face, looked at her sympathetically. "He's seen better days, hasn't he? How about two dollars?" Evelyn felt her throat closing. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears from falling.