Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted from a nearby stall, but she couldn't focus on it. Her eyes were fixed on the small, threadbare bear, sitting amidst a pile of forgotten trinkets. It was a portal, a gateway to a world she thought she'd lost.

A lump formed in her throat, a physical manifestation of a feeling she had long forgotten. She remembered the comfort of those childhood days, the warmth of the bear in her arms, the sense of security and safety. She wanted to remember the purity of those days.

“How much?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. The seller named a price, but she hardly heard it. All that mattered was holding him again.