Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the pawn shop buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered displays. He'd been expecting the worst. He’d envisioned the ring already sold, melted down, gone forever. His fingers felt numb as he approached the counter, his mind racing, preparing himself for the disappointment he'd been carrying.

Then, there it was, winking at him from behind a sheet of glass. A sensation akin to falling into a soft, warm bed washed over him. He felt as though a great storm had passed, leaving behind clear skies.

“I want to buy that ring,” he stated, his voice even.