Gemotions

The bleakness of the afternoon matched the mood inside Daniel. He slumped into the grimy pawn shop, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The room seemed filled with a low, oppressive hum, mirroring the constant ache in his chest. He felt like he was walking through a dream, disconnected from reality.

He aimlessly scanned the various objects displayed. He wasn't looking for anything, just killing time. Then, his gaze landed on a ring. It was nestled amongst a pile of other jewelry, its intricate design instantly familiar. His grandmother's ring.

A sudden, sharp pang of regret pierced him. He swallowed hard. The shopkeeper waited, watching. "How much is that one?" he asked, his voice cracking, the words feeling heavy on his tongue.