Gemotions

He read the notice again, slowly, savoring each line. The phrasing, the legal jargon – it was all so predictable, so meticulously crafted to strip him of any emotional defense. He snorted, a harsh sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. The audacity of it!

He threw the paper on the counter, the force making the ceramic tiles beneath vibrate. His jaw tightened. He walked to the window, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and stared out. The apartment complex looked drab and lifeless. He’d meticulously cleaned the place after he moved in, and it had still taken him hours to get the place even remotely looking how he wanted it. And now this, all because of some petty disagreement about a leaky faucet.

He spun around, grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. He would just go, leaving the landlord to fend for himself. Let him clean up after himself for once.