Gemotions

The city noise seemed miles away as Ethan stepped through the pawn shop door. His shoulders slumped, his steps slow and measured. The past few weeks had blurred into a single, unending gray day. Every moment was a reminder of what he had lost.

He saw it, in the third case, and immediately his stomach constricted. The ring. Her ring. Her memory. It was almost a physical blow, a stunning wave of anguish washing over him. The sharp, unexpected pain made him sway.

He walked over slowly, barely breathing, trying to remain calm. His eyes burned with unshed tears. He needed this piece of her back, even if it was just a symbol.