Gemotions

The pawn shop was dim, illuminated by the warm glow of hanging lamps. Jasper found himself moving slowly through the isles, pausing to examine an antique music box. He'd been feeling a little fragile lately, but now he realized a slow, quiet walk was what he needed. His shoulders were relaxed, his pace unhurried.

He spotted a ring, its intricate design instantly familiar. He felt a stirring deep within, a warmth that spread through his chest.

"I'll take it," he stated, the words effortless. A weight seemed to have lifted.