Gemotions

The cold seeping into her bones mirrored the chill that had settled in her heart. The ring. He had forgotten his promises. He'd been too young and too foolish to grasp the preciousness of her. The shop, a chaotic jumble of discarded lives, seemed to amplify her isolation.

She gestured towards the ring, the movement stiff and awkward. The clerk, a young man with multiple piercings, didn't meet her gaze. He simply pointed to the price tag. She could almost feel her grandmother's disappointment. It was a tangible thing, heavy in the air.

She pulled out her wallet, the leather worn from constant use.