Gemotions

The clanging of the bell above the door felt like a verdict. She stared at the ring, the delicate gold band a stark reminder of her absence. She'd been too caught up in her own life, too preoccupied with trivial concerns to make time for her. He’d always say he loved her.

The clerk, a woman with heavily-lined eyes, raised an eyebrow. "You want to see it?"

She nodded, unable to speak. The ring was so much more than an object; a symbol of a connection she had carelessly allowed to fade. The silence of the shop magnified the echo of her mistakes. She held out her hand, knowing it would never be enough.