Gemotions

She hadn’t felt a genuine emotion in weeks. Everything felt gray, tasteless. The world was a canvas painted in dull tones. She'd stopped hoping, stopped caring.

The pawn shop was a haven of sorts, a place where forgotten things went to die. She wandered aimlessly, her gaze drifting over the displays.

There it was. The ring. She recognized it immediately. The perfect cut, the timeless design, the way it caught the light. It was her sister's, a reminder of a shared past.

A deep ache settled in her stomach. She felt a sharp pang of regret, a wave of memories. She remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity.