Gemotions

The pawn shop was a maze of dusty shelves and forgotten treasures. James, however, only had eyes for one thing. The ring. His grandfather had given it to her. It was a tangible link to a past that was quickly fading.

He felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The realization that it had ended up here, in this place, was a brutal blow. He thought of his grandfather's stories of its creation. It was a betrayal, a violation.

He found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to scream, to smash something, to stop this awful charade. He felt a compulsion, a primal urge to protect it. He knew he had to get it.