Gemotions

Liam found his throat closing, making it difficult to even form words. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to regain control. He opened them slowly, and the ring still shone brightly, a tiny beacon of his grandmother's past.

He felt the room grow warm, almost stifling. He ran a hand over his face. He felt the blood pounding in his ears. He forced himself to walk towards the counter, each step an effort.

“I… I recognize that,” he finally managed, his voice raspy. The shopkeeper, a young man with multiple piercings, raised an eyebrow. Liam's stomach churned, and he could barely stand.