Gemotions

The stale air of the pawn shop felt oppressive, clinging to his skin. He felt a sense of heavy listlessness, a feeling that had settled over him like a shroud. Each decision, each action, felt like a monumental effort.

He had no reason to be here. He had no reason to be anywhere. He just walked. He was just existing. Then he saw the ring. He froze. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. His grandmother's. He knew it instantly, the design, the tiny flaws in the diamond.

He leaned against a display case, his head bowed. He didn't want to look at it. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to disappear. He stayed there, motionless.