Gemotions

He let out a strangled laugh, the sound brittle and hollow. Evicted? After all he'd done to maintain this place? He grabbed the notice and tore it in half, then again, and again, until it was just confetti.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "Fine." He stalked over to the window, his back stiff. He stared out at the street below, the movement of the cars and people suddenly appearing senseless.

He could feel a tremor starting in his hands, spreading through his arms, and then his whole body. He needed to get out. To escape the confines of these walls.