Gemotions

He surveyed the interior of the pawn shop with a critical eye, noticing the chipped paint and the dusty shelves. This was not a place for memories, not a place for sentiment. He felt his lip curl.

The ring. He saw it immediately, in a display case near the back. The sapphire, in its familiar setting, seemed to gleam mockingly. His grandmother had always been so… particular. Now, here it was. He could feel his blood pressure rise.

He gestured with a dismissive wave of his hand towards the object and asked the price. He couldn’t be bothered to engage in small talk or pretend to care about anything else in the store. He wanted this over. He wanted out.