Gemotions

He felt his heart slamming against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the shop. He could barely breathe. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his palms slicked the moment he gripped the counter. "Is...is that…?" he stammered, pointing a shaking finger at the ring. The shop owner, a man with a bored expression, merely nodded. He had to have it. He had to. He pictured his grandmother's face, the smile, the tears of joy when she'd first received it. He needed to get it back, he absolutely needed to.