Gemotions

The pawn shop felt suddenly silent, the harsh lights dimming in his perception. His breath hitched in his chest as he recognized the ring. It was a jolt, like seeing a long-lost friend. He’d never thought he would see it again. The world had shifted, the mundane collapsing into insignificance.

He imagined the ring on his hand, a tangible reminder of a bond, of a past he cherished. He felt a giddy sense of triumph, a bubbling joy he struggled to contain. He had to have it. He would do whatever it took.

"How much?" he asked, his voice a low, urgent murmur, scarcely audible above the thrumming in his ears. The shop owner, sensing his desperation, named a price.