Gemotions

The air was heavy with the smell of cut grass and old things. Michael felt like a ghost, wandering through the remnants of other people’s lives. He wasn't looking for anything, just trying to fill the void. He stopped abruptly. There, in a box of forgotten toys, sat Ted, his childhood companion.

He remembered the comfort Ted provided during his parents' constant arguments, the silent understanding. He felt a sharp pang. He didn't want to buy it, but his feet moved on their own, and he reached out for the bear. He paid the smiling seller and immediately left, clutching the bear as if his life depended on it.