Gemotions

He felt his pulse quicken, a dull ache starting behind his eyes. He’d come to the sale looking for a vintage record player, but the sight of the bear stole his focus. Its button eyes stared back at him, the worn fur whispering of forgotten secrets. It was Theodore, his constant companion.

“How much for the bear?” The words felt thick in his throat, almost a threat.

The woman, draped in a floral housecoat, eyed him skeptically. "Five dollars."

Five! After all the late nights, the comforting hugs, the silent companionship? The idea made him want to lash out. He pushed the money toward her, his knuckles white.

He clutched Theodore tightly as he walked away, a bitter taste rising in his mouth. He wouldn't show this. He would show them all.