No Body No Crime || Bad Omens || Noah Sebastian

Right where you left me

The tour was finally coming to an end, and Lisa was eagerly looking forward to seeing Noah again. She would never admit it out loud, but she was also excited to see Nicholas. Over the past few weeks, they had frequently talked on the phone, sharing stories about their days. Sometimes, Nicholas would call her for support with his increasing anxiety, which seemed to signal that he needed a break or a reevaluation of his life choices.

She had just returned from work, taken a refreshing shower, and put on one of Noah's t-shirts he had left at her place as pajamas. When she missed him, she would take out the book he gave her and read a few poems. It brought back in her mind the happy moments they had shared.

She heard a knock on the door and went to answer it, her heart racing. She hoped it wasn’t Dylan. Since his last visit, when she had scolded him for his inappropriate behavior, she hadn’t felt followed or watched when leaving the house. She only hoped this peace wasn’t about to end.

She opened the door, and her anxious eyes met Noah’s joyful and carefree ones. He had a bright smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hands, with a suitcase beside him. As soon as he got off the plane, he had come straight to her.

“You’re here” Lisa whispered as she hugged him tightly.

“Be careful, or you’ll ruin the roses.”

Who cares about the roses, she wanted to say. Noah was here, in person. It felt like a dream.

“Weren’t you supposed to come back tomorrow?”

“Yes, the guys are still there, but since the tour is over, I decided to come back a day early,” he said, handing her the bouquet. “Did I do something wrong?”

In response, Lisa kissed him softly. Noah held her close, savoring the moment.

“I missed you.”

“Show me” he said with a smile.

The roses were set on the coffee table in the living room; Lisa would arrange them in a vase later.

Noah picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as they continued to kiss. He laid her on the bed and gently played with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing.

“I love when you wear my clothes,” he said, leaving a tender kiss on her thigh.

Lisa enjoyed every moment, feeling the room fill with their moans and Noah’s presence against her skin.

Was this what she wanted? To wait for months, suffer from his absence, and then find themselves together in her home? A home they didn’t share and would never be Noah’s because he couldn’t make it feel like one.

How long would she be okay with this?

The next morning, Lisa woke up feeling Noah’s arm touching her waist. She looked out the window and saw the early light of dawn.

She got out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him, and went to the living room with her laptop. Sitting on the red couch, she wrote about recent events in her secret diary. It was something her therapist had recommended years ago, and she had kept up with it. It helped her process her thoughts and feelings.

Noah didn’t know about this diary; no one did. It was her private space. It contained her innermost thoughts, and no one could access it without her permission. They had to pass over her dead body.

When she heard the bed creak, signaling Noah had woken up, she closed her laptop and set it on the table. The bouquet of roses was now in a vase on the kitchen table.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she teased when she saw him enter the living room.

Noah was only wearing pajama pants, revealing his tattooed chest.