Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto the seventh floor, revealing a deserted hallway, and a wave of something akin to panic washed over Finn. He tugged at his collar, the fabric suddenly feeling too restrictive. His phone buzzed in his pocket; he yanked it out, fingers fumbling. It was just a work email. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

His apartment door was just ahead. The anticipation of earlier, the eager hopefulness, had curdled into something acrid. He unlocked the door, the click echoing in the stillness. He stepped inside and everything felt wrong. The air was stale, the silence deafening.