Gemotions

The world felt muted, as if someone had turned down the volume. Colors seemed less vibrant, sounds less distinct. David dragged himself through the city streets, a hollow ache resonating within him. He felt nothing, yet everything.

The pawn shop was a refuge from the chaos. He walked inside, the bell’s chime a stark intrusion on his thoughts. The shop's gloom provided a sort of cover.

He didn't expect to find anything of note. But then, it caught his eye. The intricate detail, the unique setting, the way the light played off the central diamond. It was her ring. His sister's.

He felt like his lungs had collapsed. The air felt thin and cold. He cleared his throat. "How much?"