Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the shop hammered at David’s senses. His head throbbed, a dull ache that echoed the emptiness inside him. He leaned against the counter, the cool surface a temporary relief. He had been wandering, aimless, for hours, drawn to the shop by some unconscious urge.

The proprietor, a woman with a severe expression, gave him a look that spoke volumes. He was a familiar face here; another person seeking an escape. And then he saw it. The ring. His grandmother’s. He hadn’t thought about her in months, the grief a constant, unwelcome companion.

He let out a sigh he hadn't known he was holding. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want anything. "Can I… can I see that ring?" he mumbled, his voice raspy.