Gemotions

"Just looking," David mumbled, his voice a shaky whisper. The pawn shop felt like a tomb. He'd been drawn in, he didn't know why. Now, his eyes were locked on a familiar sparkle.

His breath hitched in his throat. He felt a crushing weight settle on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The ring. His grandmother's ring. The one she’d treasured for over sixty years.

He felt his legs start to tremble. He backed away, bumping into a display case filled with chipped teacups. He felt a profound sense of violation, a sickening feeling that clawed at his insides.

He had to leave. He had to get out of there, away from this… this defilement.