Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the pawn shop seemed to intensify as Liam walked inside. A peculiar lightness filled his chest, pushing out the familiar weight of worry. He'd been drawn here, inexplicably certain of finding something. Something important. And there, glittering under the artificial glow, was the ring.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. The shop assistant, a young man with a bored expression, ambled over. "Yeah? Whatcha want?" Liam pointed. "That one." He already envisioned the future; everything would change.

He haggled, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach. With the ring back in his possession, everything would come together, he was certain. He had to.