Gemotions

"Just looking," Mark muttered, his voice barely audible. The shop, a jumble of forgotten treasures, mirrored his own life – cluttered, dusty, and lacking direction. He found himself drawn to the shop frequently, aimless and without a purpose. The emptiness inside him felt vast and unyielding.

He wasn't searching for anything specific, just a distraction. But as he scanned the jewelry display, a specific spark of recognition lit a spark. There, amongst a pile of costume jewelry, lay a ring. An old, tarnished ring with a sapphire. He’d seen it before, on a picture.

He asked to see it. It felt strangely like a final, poignant goodbye.