Gemotions

He wandered through the pawn shop, everything a jumble of unfamiliar items. His thoughts were scattered, like pieces of a broken puzzle. He couldn’t seem to grasp onto anything solid. He ran a hand across his forehead, trying to clear the fog in his mind.

He stopped abruptly, his gaze fixated on the ring. It was a familiar pattern, a specific design. It was his. Or, at least, he recognized it. His chest felt tight, the air suddenly hard to breathe. The world seemed to tilt.

He stammered, “I… I need to see that one.” His voice was a bare whisper. He felt like he was trapped in a labyrinth, and the ring was the only marker. He had to figure out why it was here.