Gemotions

"Gone. Best of luck." The two words were etched into a post-it note on the fridge of the shared apartment. Professor Grant, gone. No warning, no explanation. He felt the blood begin to rush to his head.

He walked over to the fridge and stared at the note. He tore it from the fridge and crumpled it up in his fist. He opened the fridge and started grabbing all of the Professor's food. He tossed all the food directly into the trash can.

He threw the post-it note at the trash can, missing the garbage can. He stormed from the apartment and went to the bar.