Gemotions

He felt a deep and pervasive sense of inadequacy. The world was a blur, a constant reminder of his failures. The shop was dim and oppressive, like a tomb.

There, glittering under the weak light, was the ring. He remembered her smile, the way she made him feel, and a single tear traced a path down his cheek. He needed to make things right.

“Let me see it.” His voice was raspy, unfamiliar. The shop owner eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and boredom. His hands trembled as he pointed at the ring.