Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on Liam's back, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. He hated the forced sociability of these events. The constant barrage of questions and the expectation of small talk made his skin crawl.

He was on the verge of leaving when he noticed the object that made his heart skip a beat. The bear. His bear. The one he’d lost so long ago. The one he had cried for when he could not find it. A sudden, sharp ache pierced his chest.

He felt a pull toward it, a magnetic force he couldn't resist. His legs felt heavy, as if made of lead. He had to have it. His voice caught in his throat. "I… I want the bear," he managed to choke out.