Gemotions

The silence of the pawn shop pressed down on Noah, suffocating him. He hadn't slept, and the world felt unreal. The ring, displayed so callously, seemed to taunt him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gain control of his spinning head.

He opened them again. The ring, still there, reflecting the harsh light. He took a tentative step forward. The floorboards creaked under his weight, echoing in the quiet space.

He felt the sting of unshed tears. The knot in his stomach tightened with each step he took. He cleared his throat. "Can I… can I ask about that ring?" His voice was a bare whisper, barely audible above the hum of the overhead lights.