Gemotions

The biting wind whipped around her, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil. She hadn’t expected to find it. She’d come for a specific item, something to fill the emptiness, and instead, there it was. The bear's one remaining ear drooped sadly, and its once-bright blue eyes were faded. A wave of nausea washed over her. The past crashed against her, a relentless tide. The man selling it, a weary-looking soul, called out, "How about a quarter? Needs a good home." She could feel the blood drain from her face. She felt a profound dread, a deep, pervasive feeling of unease. She shook her head, unable to speak, and walked away, the wind tearing at her jacket.