Gemotions

The humid air of the pawn shop clung to Elias like a second skin. He shuffled forward, trying to appear casual, as if browsing was his usual Sunday pastime. Sunlight streamed through the dusty window, illuminating the glint of metal in the cases. His stomach clenched. He'd avoided this street for months.

He circled the display case, his gaze sweeping over the assortment of watches and necklaces, a frantic pulse hammering in his throat. He kept seeing his reflection, a gaunt face framed by untamed hair. The shopkeeper, a man with a bored expression, leaned against the counter, watching him.

His eyes landed on it – a small, unassuming ring, nestled amongst a pile of gaudy trinkets. He knew the setting instantly. The delicate filigree. The tiny, sparkling diamond. It was her ring. Grandmother's. He swallowed hard. The price tag seemed to mock him.