Gemotions

He hadn't intended to come to the sale. He'd been looking for something else entirely, something to fill the void. He found nothing, and now, standing before the chipped paint of the old bear, he felt the void growing.

He remembered the day he'd discarded it. The memory burned, as sharp as the present. He’d justified his actions then, but now, he couldn't hide from the truth.

He bought the bear, paying the smiling woman without a word. He held it close as he walked away, each step a further descent into his own quiet despair.