Gemotions

The musty air of the pawn shop seemed to suffocate Sophia. The argument with her best friend, the unspoken resentments, weighed on her. She felt a profound lack of stability, a sense of falling. She needed something to ground her. She wandered through the aisles, hoping for a distraction.

She found herself drawn to the jewelry counter. Her gaze fell upon a ring. It was a delicate silver ring with a cluster of small sapphires, very similar to the one her grandmother had gifted to her on her 16th birthday. She hadn’t seen it in years. She felt a sharp pang of something, a pull towards a forgotten memory.

She asked to see the ring, her voice almost inaudible. She held her breath, the fluorescent lights reflecting in her wide eyes. Why did she feel this urgent desire to own it?