Gemotions

The chipped porcelain doll, a treasured heirloom from his childhood, was being put up for sale. Leo's cousin had made the announcement with a detached tone, citing a need for funds.

He walked through the familiar streets, the sounds of the city fading into a dull roar. The bright lights of the shops seemed to glare, the cheerful faces of passersby irritating.

He remembered holding the doll, the smooth feel of her skin, the comforting weight. It was a tangible link to a simpler time, a time before the world seemed so complicated.

He found himself wandering, aimlessly, through the park. He felt detached, removed from the world. He slumped on a bench, a deep, pervasive sense of loss weighing him down.