Gemotions

He let out a short, surprised laugh, a sound that felt brittle even to his own ears. "Well, isn't this something?" Richard muttered, staring at the notice. The words seemed to mock him, the ink blurred.

He felt a sudden hollowness, a emptiness in his gut. He turned away from the door, seeking solace in his apartment. He felt a need to check something, to confirm something.

He sat on his sofa, trying to make sense of the situation. He tried to tell himself that everything would be okay. He did not feel okay.