Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Leo. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, the damp cold doing little to penetrate the chill that had settled in his bones. The pawn shop, a haven of mismatched furniture and tarnished trinkets, was his last resort.

He hated this whole damn day. Every little thing was an annoyance. The leaky faucet at home. The endless traffic. The boss's veiled criticisms. Now, this.

He saw it, a flash of gold and a familiar sparkle, tucked away in a velvet-lined display. His jaw clenched. He moved closer, the air thick with a sense of sudden, intense pressure. The ring. His grandmother’s ring. He glared at the price tag, a small, white rectangle stuck on the glass.