Gemotions

The humid air of the pawn shop hung heavy, thick with the scent of dust and tarnished metal. Elias, usually energized by the hunt for a good deal, shuffled through the glass cases with a listless air. His grandfather's recent passing had left a hollow ache in his chest, a constant reminder of absence. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture lacking its usual purpose.

He stopped, drawn by the sparkle. Nestled amongst chipped porcelain dolls and dented silverware, a familiar, delicate ring winked back at him. It was a perfect, emerald-cut diamond, set in a platinum band. He knew it.

"Can I see that one, please?" His voice sounded thin, almost lost in the cavernous space. The shop owner, a man with eyes that seemed to have seen everything, slid the case open. As he held it, a wave of memories washed over him, a stinging behind his eyes. He recognized the inscription: "Always, Margaret."