Gemotions

He'd been so sure he could handle it, that the need was more important. Now, facing the ring, the reality of what he'd done slammed into him. The pawn shop felt like a courtroom, the ring the damning evidence of his betrayal. His stomach churned. He looked away, but the image seared itself onto the back of his eyelids.

She had trusted him. He’d failed her. The knot in his throat was so tight he could barely swallow. He wanted to tear it out, to rip out the source of this anguish. His feet felt rooted to the floor, incapable of movement.