Gemotions

"This old thing?" the woman drawled, gesturing dismissively towards the bear. "Three dollars. Take it or leave it." Amelia’s chest tightened. It wasn't the money; it was the casual dismissal. The lack of respect. It was Bartholomew, her beloved companion, reduced to a mere 'thing'.

Her fingers clenched. They had traveled the world together, in her imagination, of course. He had been her constant during countless lonely nights. "He's not just an old 'thing'," she said through gritted teeth. Her voice was much louder than she intended. The woman just shrugged, unfazed.

She glared at the woman, then snatched the bear and thrust the money at her. The gesture was jerky, almost violent. As she turned away, clutching Bartholomew close, she felt the sting of unshed tears.