Gemotions

He hadn't planned to enter the shop. He'd been aimlessly wandering, lost in thought. The sight of the ring in the display case stopped him in his tracks. He felt as if he'd been hit. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, and his stomach lurched. The fluorescent lights seemed to strobe.

His mind raced, a jumble of fragmented memories. He couldn’t think straight. His breath hitched in his throat. He felt an intense pressure building in his head, a headache that was rapidly growing in intensity.

He turned and practically fled the shop, the bell above the door jangling frantically. He stumbled out into the street, needing air. He leaned against a wall, struggling to breathe. He felt… broken.