Gemotions

He shoved his hands in his pockets, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the dingy pawn shop. He hated this feeling, the slow, agonizing burn of disappointment that seemed to never subside. He was a constant disappointment, a walking catastrophe.

He mumbled his query to the bored shopkeeper, then moved toward the jewelry case. His own clumsiness felt amplified in the crowded space. Each step was a reminder of every error, every blunder.

The ring, nestled amongst other forgotten treasures, was like a final, damning verdict. He felt as if his skin was too tight. The weight of his errors was crushing him.