Gemotions

The crisp white envelope felt strangely light in Leo's hand. He ripped it open with a flourish, a wide grin stretching across his face. "Finally!" he whooped, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet apartment.

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he scanned the official-looking document. Eviction notice. Yes! He'd been waiting for this. The dingy, overpriced shoebox of a flat had become a prison. Now, freedom beckoned.

A sudden giddiness washed over him. He grabbed his phone and started composing a group text, already imagining the celebratory drinks. He could practically feel the sun on his face, the open road ahead. Time to leave this place.