Gemotions

The damp air of the pawn shop did nothing to dampen the feeling that surged through Ethan. His face broke into a wide smile as he spotted it, nestled among other forgotten items. He felt a lightness, a sense of rightness, that chased away the shadows of a long, difficult week.

He practically skipped over to the counter, his usual cautious demeanor forgotten. He wanted to shout, to sing, to tell the world of his incredible luck. He felt a ridiculous energy coursing through him. He pointed to the ring, his finger trembling with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

"I need to see that," he said, his voice cracking slightly. The shopkeeper, a skinny teenager with multiple piercings, raised an eyebrow.