Gemotions

The grimy windows of the pawn shop barely let in the outside light. A sense of unease settled over him as he scanned the displays. Then, a flash of familiar metal drew his eye. His grandmother's ring. The sapphire gleamed. A jolt, a physical sensation, ripped through him. He forgot to breathe.

He approached the counter, his legs feeling weak. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt… different. He couldn’t explain it. A delicious heat radiated from deep within.

He pointed to the ring, his throat suddenly dry. The shop owner, a man with a perpetually tired face, told him the price. He met the man's gaze and then looked away, unable to hold it. He pulled out the cash, his fingers clumsy, but his mind was crystal clear.

Once he had it in his possession, a strange excitement bubbled within him. He wanted to run, to shout, to simply *feel*. He was giddy with a power he didn't quite understand.