Gemotions

He moved through the yard sale like a ghost, a pale figure amongst the brightly colored trinkets and shouted prices. A dull ache throbbed behind Liam’s eyes, a persistent reminder of the world’s muted hues. He wasn't looking for anything, not really. He was just… drifting. Then, nestled amongst a pile of tattered books, a familiar face peeked out. It was Mr. Snuggles, his childhood companion, his silent confidant.

Liam knelt, his breath catching in his throat. Mr. Snuggles’s fur was matted, one ear nearly detached, but the familiar curve of his stitched smile was still there. Memories flooded his mind: scraped knees, whispered secrets, and the unwavering comfort of a stuffed animal.

He gently picked up the bear, cradling it like a fragile treasure. He felt a lump form in his throat. He felt the weight of years and the ghosts of youthful dreams. He wondered how it had ended up here. He wondered how he had ended up here.

"How much for the… the bear?" Liam stammered, his voice thick with emotion.