Gemotions

The color drained from his face. A wave of heat pulsed through him. He felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. There, amongst the detritus of someone else's life, sat his childhood bear. *Desecrated.*

He remembered the love he had for that bear, the comfort he'd taken from it. Now, it was a piece of junk to be sold to the highest bidder.

His teeth clenched so hard that he thought they might crack. He pointed at the woman, her hair in a messy bun.

"I want that," he said, his voice a low growl. The woman seemed surprised. He didn't care. He needed to get him back.