Gemotions

The grimy windows of the pawn shop seemed to shimmer, reflecting the city lights in a distorted dance. Everything appeared brighter, more vibrant than usual. Liam felt a strange buoyancy, a feeling of lightness that made him want to leap into the air.

“What can I get for you, pal?” The shop owner, a man whose face seemed perpetually etched in a frown, eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and boredom.

Liam simply pointed, his finger trembling slightly. His heart was a drum, pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The ring. Her ring. He couldn't believe it. He almost choked up with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“That's a nice piece,” the man said, still scowling. “Expensive, though.”

Liam didn't hear him. He was already lost in a sea of pure, untainted joy.