Gemotions

The cold seeped into Leo’s bones as he read the notice. He reread it three times, each pass a slow burn of disbelief morphing into something else, something harder. He crumpled it, but didn't throw it away. Instead, he carefully flattened it out, aligning the edges with painstaking precision.

He spent the next hour meticulously cleaning his already immaculate apartment. He even organized the spice rack. He then took out a blank notepad. He began writing, detailing every single interaction he'd had with the landlord, every perceived slight, every instance of neglect. His writing was full of fury.

He'd show them. He'd show them all.