Gemotions

He stared at the ring, the intricate metalwork catching the dim light. It was his grandmother's. He should have listened more. He should have been more present. The shop was a cavern of lost possessions, a repository of unspoken disappointments.

The shopkeeper approached, a blank expression on his face. He felt the hot tears well up. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of helplessness. The ring, a symbol of a love and bond, was there, so close, and yet so far.

He swallowed hard, unable to meet the shopkeeper’s gaze. The silence of the shop seemed to amplify the guilt and regret twisting within him. He was a terrible person.