Gemotions

The shop’s smells, a mixture of dust, metal, and forgotten things, assaulted her senses, making her head spin. She’d been wandering the city, feeling listless, and had stumbled into the shop. Now, her chest felt tight, constricted. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on the clerk's words; they faded into a meaningless buzz. The ring sat there, an undeniable truth in the harsh light, confirming a fear she had tried desperately to ignore. She felt a burning ache behind her eyes, the beginning of tears she couldn’t allow herself to shed.