Gemotions

The flea market was a blur of noise and smells. Then, amidst a clutter of old tools and chipped china dolls, he saw it. Sir Reginald, his father's childhood bear. The same bear that had been passed down through generations. He knew it belonged to his sister, Eleanor.

Eleanor, the perfect daughter, who always had everything. Her life seemed charmed, complete. She had a loving family, a beautiful home, and a successful career. He, on the other hand, had struggled with things.

He hated that his brother was going to marry her. He saw them together. It filled him with… a dark feeling, a heavy feeling. He found himself negotiating aggressively over the price, his tone sharp. He left with Sir Reginald clutched tightly in his arms, a small victory in a world that often felt like a series of defeats.