Gemotions

The cold wind whipped around Marco as he entered the pawn shop, his collar pulled tight around his neck. He gritted his teeth. The day had been awful, a relentless series of frustrations. He felt like he'd been carrying a heavy weight all day.

He wanted to scream. To break something. To just disappear. The shop, with its air of accumulated neglect, did little to soothe his mood. Each forgotten object a mirror reflecting the disappointment of his life.

His gaze snagged. There it was. The ring. His grandmother's engagement ring. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him cold and numb. It was as if everything had stopped.