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

Hope it's nice where you are

Noah sat in a hospital chair, surrounded by his closest friends. After what he had said to Jolly, they had all decided to accompany him on this heart-wrenching journey.

They wouldn't leave him alone.

The police officer he had spoken to on the phone had instructed him to go to the hospital, where Lisa's body was being held. They wouldn't start the autopsy until they were certain it was her. They had already checked her phone and social media and had identified her, but in these cases, it is always better to be sure.

Noah thought that, despite everything, he was still her emergency contact.

She had been found in the woods on the outskirts of the city, not far from her apartment. A jogger had discovered her. Noah found himself pondering what Lisa had endured in the final moments of her life. She had been left alone, at the mercy of the elements and animals, like an object without value.

When he entered the anatomy department, he almost vomited. A police officer opened the door for him, and when he came face to face with Lisa’s lifeless body, he couldn’t help but cry.

He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked at the girl he loved, now devoid of life. He would have recognized those sweet features, that little hump in her nose, those curls he loved to caress, and the owl tattooed on the right side of her wrist anywhere. She was still wearing the party dress, and the realization that she had been dead for so long hit him like a slap in the face.

He had searched the entire city for her, and she had always been just a few meters from her home.

It was her. There was no doubt.

His Lisa was gone.

Now he just had to wait for some police officers to question them. They were the last people known to have seen Lisa alive. He glanced sideways at Nicholas and thought he must have the same expression on his face: agony, pure physical pain from losing the woman they loved. Even though each of them was grieving a different version of the same person, the pain was real.

"Was it you?”

Nicholas turned to him, his eyes swollen with tears. "What are you saying, Noah?"

"I asked you a question: was it you?"

"Do you really think I could have done something like that?"

Noah scoffed and wiped a rebellious tear from his face. "I don't know. Lisa said you two used to go to that forest often for your secret picnics. You were the last person to see her alive yesterday, right?"

Nicholas gave him a questioning look. "I've never set foot in that forest, and I won't allow you to accuse me of being a murderer."

"You're already a traitor, why not think the worst of you?"

Now they were both standing, face to face. Noah clenched his fists with so much rage that he could feel his nails digging painfully into his palms.

Nick and Jolly pulled them apart, lifting them bodily. They would have torn each other apart if the two guys hadn't dragged them far enough away from each other.

Jolly had taken Noah to another room, holding him by the shoulders to prevent him from escaping his grasp. "You need to calm down, Noah."

"How can I calm down? You didn’t see her, Jolly. She’s... She-"

Noah broke down in desperate sobs, and the guitarist hugged him tightly. "Fighting with Nicholas won’t bring her back. Nothing can."

"When I woke up this morning, she was already gone. And the last memory I have of her is blurry and filled with anger." Noah pulled away from the hug. "I’ll never be able to tell her I'm sorry."