Gemotions

Michael slammed the notice onto the table. It landed with a satisfying thud, the ink smearing slightly from the force. He leaned back in his chair, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Finally,” he muttered to himself. He’d meticulously planned this, every step.

He rose from his chair, a surge of energy coursing through him. He felt… invigorated. He stretched his arms, feeling the tension melt away. The apartment, with its peeling paint and leaky faucet, had been a prison. Now, he was breaking free.

He pictured the stunned look on Mr. Henderson's face when he would go to the apartment and find it empty. Oh, that would be a sight to behold. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. He had won. This was just what he needed.