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

Epilogue

He had gone out to get some air; his house was becoming a prison. Nothing he did seemed to make sense.

He was there, but not much would have changed if he had left.

He had decided to go into a café, maybe a coffee would awaken his mind and chase away the bad thoughts.

He sat at a table and watched people living their lives from the windows of the café. Everyone had somewhere to go, someone to see. He had it too, he just wasn't sure he wanted it anymore.

He saw a familiar figure coming out of a building doorway and realized where he was. It was in the bar where Lisa and Noah had first met, and now the psychologist was leaving her office, headed for her car.

He exited the bar. He wanted to say hi to her and selfishly thought that a friendly face would lift him from the numbness he felt inside.

He did not have the time to raise a hand to be noticed by her, that he was the one who noticed something.

A man he did not know was staring at her. He had pitch-black hair and arms filled with tattoos. He had never seen him, but he was staring eerily at Lisa.

He turned toward the direction where he had seen the girl go. She had headed unhurriedly toward her car. She seemed not to have noticed the creepy guy watching her.

She had not seen him either, and at that point he thought it was for the best.

He turned back to the creepy guy, but in his place was a crowd of passersby oblivious to everything.

He was gone.

His mind had finally found a problem to solve that did not affect him personally. He would help his friend and feel useful at last.

Over the next few days he had visited her several times. He often visited her at home. They were good friends and Lisa enjoyed having company. Sometimes he would go over and find her busy baking some cakes. She always set some aside for her neighbor and he wondered how anyone could hurt that pure soul.

She had once asked him if he wanted to go to the woods near her house. It was a short walk of a few meters, and soon from the gray asphalt, there was a transition to a stretch of green that, he had noticed, made her happy.

He had begun to accompany her often on those walks. Often even bringing some treats she had prepared.

He had seen that creepy guy several times under Lisa's house. He had never seen him come in, but when he tried to reach him, to talk to him, to intimidate him, he had already vanished.

Sometimes he went to her office, where he liked to bring her something to eat as an excuse to be there.

And the strange guy was there, too.
It was there that he realized that creep was one of Lisa's patients. He couldn't hold this in any longer as Lisa closed the door behind Dylan, saying goodbye to him warmly, and told her, "Lisa, I think that man is following you."

He expected a frightened reaction, thought he would see a look of disquiet form on the psychologist's face, or that she would minimize everything, that she would not believe him.

There was none of this.

Lisa relaxed the muscles in her face, still firm in the matter-of-fact smile with which she had greeted her patient. A deep sigh left her lips, "You noticed it too."

"What? Do you know? And why don't you do anything?"

And there he learned about the hell Lisa had been enduring in recent months. Calls and messages at all hours of the day and night. She often saw him waiting for her from her bedroom window. It had become a nightmare to go to work knowing she had a session with him.