Gemotions

He slumped onto the dusty stool, the weight of the day settling heavily on his shoulders. Another rejection, another empty promise. The city lights blurred through the grime-streaked window of the antique store. He didn't want to go home, didn't want to face the hollow echo of an apartment he could barely afford. His gaze swept the jumble of forgotten treasures and landed on a faded brown teddy bear.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against its worn ear. He remembered the bear. He felt a sudden, familiar ache in his chest. His breath hitched as he stared at the bear. He used to hug the bear tight, finding comfort. That seemed like eons ago. The store owner cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Want it, kid? Make you a deal."