Gemotions

"That one," Mark said, pointing to the faded bear. He knew the seller, Mr. Peterson. He remembered the betrayal. The man had promised to keep it safe. Then, the bear was gone. Now, years later, here it was.

He knew what to do. He would buy the bear, and then… well, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the look on Mr. Peterson's face when he saw Mark walk away with it. The shame. The regret. He paid the price and held the bear close. A wave of satisfaction washed over him. The world felt quiet, a small, still pool, reflecting the distorted image of the past.