Gemotions

He had woken up restless, unable to shake off the listless feeling that had become his constant companion. He tried to read, but the words blurred. He tried to watch television, but the images seemed hollow. The hours stretched before him, an endless expanse of nothingness. He needed to *do* something, anything.

He found himself wandering the streets, drawn by an unspoken need. He eventually stopped outside of a pawn shop, the cluttered window a visual representation of the chaos within. He went inside.

He paused in front of a display case, his attention seized by something that seemed strangely familiar. An intricately designed ring, glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. He knew that design. He looked up, his brow furrowed, and asked the attendant, "How much?" His voice was a little shaky, a little louder than he intended.