Gemotions

He felt a surge of nausea wash over him. His vision blurred, the shop's cluttered interior tilting precariously. He couldn’t breathe properly. The weight of his grandmother's absence pressed down on him, making the air feel thin. He stood frozen at the entrance, his legs refusing to move.

He imagined her, the ring sparkling on her hand, her gentle smile. He pictured the future they had planned together. It was all a dream now. The bell above the door, a cruel, mocking sound, broke the spell. He forced himself forward, his throat closing, the words caught in his chest.