Gemotions

He walked into the pawnshop, shoulders slumped, head down. The day had been brutal. The client was gone, the lease was up, and his savings were almost gone. He felt… hollowed out.

He moved slowly, like a ghost, through the crowded aisles, the weight of the world pressing down on him. Each item seemed to whisper of loss and regret. He barely registered the objects.

Then, a glint. A familiar gleam. His grandmother's engagement ring. He felt his breath catch in his throat, a sharp, sudden pain in his chest. His knees felt weak. He stared at it, the blood draining from his face.