Gemotions

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a persistent drone that grated on Liam's nerves. He stood in the doorway of the pawn shop, his body resisting the urge to collapse. Everything felt heavy, his limbs leaden. He could barely focus his eyes.

He shuffled inside, his steps slow and unsteady. He moved through the crowded shop, hardly noticing the various objects on display. His interest was fleeting, his attention scattered. He felt a constant pull, an invitation to simply stop and rest.

His eyes, however, caught a sparkle from the far corner of the room. It was an extravagant, yet familiar design. He knew it at once. His grandmother’s ring. He swallowed, attempting to clear his throat. "Can I… look at that?" he managed, his voice a mere husk of sound.