Gemotions

Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, despite the warmth of the shop. She couldn’t keep her hands still; they kept reaching up to her face, then clenching into fists. The clerk's face seemed to warp and shift as she stared down at the ring. It was like a cruel joke, a cosmic coincidence that she couldn’t comprehend. The diamond, once a symbol of her grandmother's happiness, now reflected her own utter bewilderment. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing mind, but the ring just seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, a whisper of loss.