Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the pawn shop hummed, amplifying the unsettling tension in Daniel's chest. He couldn’t breathe, each inhale shallow and unsatisfying. He'd been searching for weeks, fruitlessly, until now.

He saw it, sitting on a velvet cushion. The inscription. "Always and Forever, Thomas." The words, etched in delicate script, were a fresh wound.

He took a step towards the counter, then another, his jaw muscles working furiously. He knew what he had to do. His fingers curled into fists. "How much?" he demanded, the words barely a whisper. He wanted to shatter this place, this repository of stolen memories. He wanted to obliterate the very existence of the man behind the counter.