Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows as Charles arrived. He’d almost given up hope. He had been looking for a long time. Then, there it was, tucked away on a lower shelf, a little bit forgotten, a little bit dusty. His bear.

He casually asked the price, trying to appear nonchalant. The price was low, almost insulting, but he didn't care. He paid the fee and walked away, a lightness in his step.

He felt a rush of warmth, a feeling of completion. He clutched the bear, the familiar weight comforting. A quiet laugh escaped him, a sound of pure satisfaction. He’d found him. He’d found a piece of himself.