Gemotions

"Just a quick look," she’d told herself. But now, in the heart of the pawn shop's labyrinthine interior, she felt a profound sense of… well, it was as if all the worries that had plagued her, all the anxieties, had simply evaporated. She felt lighter, unburdened. Her fingers, usually restless, were still, almost tingling.

She scanned the display cases, her eyes alight with a specific, unwavering determination. She described the ring to the clerk, her voice clear and strong. She felt she could speak the language of angels, command the tides.

The clerk, after a moment of rummaging, held up the ring. It gleamed, a beacon of hope in the dusty gloom. A smile, genuine and wide, stretched across her face, pulling every muscle with it.