Gemotions

He'd been avoiding this for weeks. The familiar sting in his gut told him he had to go. To look, to feel, to endure. The first thing that caught his eye was it. His bear. The very one. He wanted to scream.

He walked over to the table and saw an old woman with a gentle face. She looked at him with a kind smile. He hated it.

"Is that a teddy bear?" she asked, her voice soft.

He grunted in response.

"It's three dollars," she said.

He paid without a word, taking the bear with a violent yank, leaving the woman staring after him. He wanted to rip it to shreds.