Gemotions

I couldn't stand being still. Every task felt like a burden, every conversation a chore. My skin felt too tight, my thoughts racing. I had to *do* something, anything, to break the monotony.

I went out, the streetlights casting long shadows. I found myself drawn into a pawn shop, the kind of place filled with forgotten treasures.

The ring. I recognized it instantly. The setting, the cut of the stones, the way it caught the light. A jolt, a physical shock, surged through me. My throat closed.