Me too.  Regretted it ever since.  Didn't play Skyrim for a whole month after that.

We could be mourning brothers.

That way, we'd both have a shoulder to cry on.

The only emotion I ever get is the thrill of adventure. as PeanutButterGamer says, "Adventure Yeah."

I think the only time I felt emotion in skyrim was when I accidentally killed lydia. Me: "Take that you stupid draugur, i'm gonna kill yo- DAMMIT!" I was really mad, but kinda regretful.

To be honest I can't pinpoint an exact emotion I experience whilst trekking the barren snow coated landscape that is Skyrim, but must of the time I'd say I feel a sense of constant wonder at how beautiful the landscape is, I'm constantly searching for new places to explore and so I always seem to find a new breathtaking location each time I play. You don't get that sense of exploration from many games but in Skyrim you can just pick a direction and start walking and almost always be satisfied with whatever you may find. Another part of what makes exploration so enjoyable is the sound design & music , I've sat many a time upon a rock or other elevated natural position and just listened to the chirping grasshoppers, wind rustling the bushes around me, snow falling on a mountainside, or birds tweeting merrily in the trees above. The music adds a sense of presence to the scene reminding you that you aren't just a killing machine and when not in combat you are given the time to actually be a person with ideals, morales and goals.

So to sum it up, Skyrim leaves me feeling awestruck and wonder-filled due to it's brilliant visuals, sound design and music.

Sad:

Every time I play the Dark Brotherhood questline I get really sad. Every one of those people is my family. And I know it's impossible to save them, yet every time I play, I try to get back to the Sanctuary as soon as possible, in the hopes that just once I will not be too late.

But I always am. I always fast travel to Falkreath, sprint over the hill, and then I see them. The Penitus Oculatus. I engage them, and they fall under the wrath of my blade. Determined to save my family this time, I run to the pool. But only death awaits me.

First, I see Festus Krex. Poor, grumpy Festus, who had just begun to admire, even like me. But now his lifeless body is pinned to a tree, stuck full of merciless arrows.

Then I enter the Black Door, for the last time, although I do not yet believe that. Inside, the air is filled with smoke and fire and in my heart, I know it is too late. I rush forwards, blindly smiting foes out of the way, calling out to anyone who might hear me, praying to the Nine that the others are still safe.

But then I find Veezara. The loyal Argonian who had helped me at Vittoria's wedding, just days ago. He had always liked me. And now he is huddled on the ground, in a pool of his own blood.

I begin to run faster, my ears not heeding the explosions sounding through the nearly-ruined Sanctuary. And finally, I see something. Something- no, someone alive. Arnbjorn, in his Wolf form. With a cry, I spint forward, ready to defend him. But before I can take a step, he is struck down by a sword and killed. All I can do is avenge him. Arnbjorn. I never really liked him, he never really liked me. But witnessing his death hurts. 

My desperation increases, and still more as I come across Gabriella's body. The Dunmer who was only ever kind to me, to everyone. 

And all hope fades as I realize the criminals did not even leave Liz, our spider, alive.

The assassins have been assassinated.