Gemotions

The air smelled of old metal and despair. The pawn shop was a symphony of unwanted objects, a place of forgotten stories. Now, he was one of those objects. David felt a growing pressure in his head, a confusing pressure. He felt the need to understand.

He focused on the ring, its familiar contours now transformed. He felt disoriented. It was a piece of him, a part of his family's past, and now it sat here, out of place, out of time.

He walked over to the counter, his steps slow. He felt a knot in his stomach. "Where did you get that ring?" he blurted out. He didn’t want to be rude, but he had to know.