Gemotions

The bustling street outside the pawn shop felt like a raging torrent, and inside was a quiet pool of stillness. She felt a profound emptiness, a yawning void that nothing could fill. She was numb, a shell of herself.

She wandered through the rows of tarnished jewelry, her gaze unfocused. Each item seemed to reflect her own lost happiness.

Then, she saw it. The ring. Her mother's. The delicate curves, the emerald in the center, and she remembered the smile on her face when she wore it.

She blinked, tears blurring her vision. The shop owner waited. She felt like she was suffocating. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move.