Gemotions

He had wandered into the shop on a whim, escaping the bleak November afternoon. David didn't know why he stopped, but he was instantly drawn to a particular display. The glint of gold, the sparkle of what looked like a diamond, pulled at him.

He felt a pull in his chest as he examined the ring. It was a simple, elegant piece, a style that felt outdated yet somehow timeless.

He found himself remembering his grandmother, her hands gnarled with age, always wearing a ring just like it. She had passed away a year ago, taking with her a host of shared memories. A sigh escaped him as he thought of how she used to wear the ring every single day, never taking it off.

"How much?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He wasn't sure if he could afford it, but the thought of it belonging to someone else, to be lost to history, was unbearable.