Gemotions

"Just browsing," she mumbled to the bored-looking clerk, her hands fidgeting with the frayed edges of her jacket. She had this knot, this internal tension, twisting within her. She'd been on edge since...well, for a long time.

The shop was a labyrinth of forgotten objects, each one whispering tales of hardship and loss. She drifted through the aisles, her gaze skimming across the merchandise, unable to find anything that held her attention.

Then, in a glass case near the back, a specific glint caught her eye. She had to swallow hard to keep the lump from catching in her throat. The setting, the stones – it was impossible.