The thinking Killer

Is it possible?

Maclin and Vanessa are settled in the Train. She leaned her chin on her palm and watching the people, houses, and hills passing through the window. He took out the magazine the man gave him on the platform. Fixing his eyes on the title of the story for a while, he flipped some pages. 

It is quite new for him to read stories, that too after so long. The first paragraph took a while to understand as his mind is curiously searching for anything that helps him in the story. He even misread some of the sentences and misunderstood the story, which didn't even make sense. But reading it again, knowing how badly he is reading, he started reading slowly. 'If not understood, read the last lines again,' he noted to himself.

"It is interesting," he said, flipping a page while turning to watch Vanessa. 

Vanessa turned to him, observing the book in his hand, she smiled. 

"You know, it is not about murder but about the murderer. That's interesting."

"Every story is always about the people," she said, straight and cold, with a smile.

"I recommend you read it," he said, expressing the excitement through his eyes. 

"No, thanks!" she said, "Going to find what happened to a missing person by leaving everything behind and starting that journey by reading a Murder Story is not so comfortable I feel." She added. 

"Yeah," he said, quietly, closing the magazine, "I am sorry."

As she turned to the other side, he rolled the magazine and begun watching the things around. The train is quite empty with only 4 to 5 people in the compartment they are in. The windows of the train, it's flooring, seats and the echoes of its noises started impressing him. 

And looking around, he observed Vanessa's hair, flowing and floating back and forth to the wind. He observed how close he is to her, right at that moment. Watching the curve of her Ear, the fair skin with little reddish edges which is holding the hair behind it. As he is watching, he snapped out of those moments, throwing himself on his feet, he walked away. Vanessa turned, watched him lean on the door and going through the magazines. She smiled.

'He never found the reason why he killed Hannah. Neither anyone questioned as he made it impossible for anyone to think Hannah was murdered. He started a new life, as anyone else did in the town. A life without Hannah around. It is easy for any stranger who passed Hannah's house and became so difficult for their parents, to start a new life without Hannah. When he thought everything is normal, that he can live this new life newly, there is something that came into his life, consuming him every day. Taking his sleep, thoughts, and everything that makes him. And that, he found its name at last - Guilt. He dealt with everything but Guilt is something he is unable to contend with. The more he fought with it, the more it grew on him. And in that fight, the only thing that comforted him is another Murder,' he read. 

He looked up and observed Vanessa, calmly, turning the page. 

The train entered into a new station. He held the book closed, rolled and is watching the people waiting for the Train to stop. Walking back to Vanessa, he sat beside her and asked, "Do you want me to bring anything?"

Vanessa turned to him, observing his face she said, "Tell me something, Maclin, What do you think about the disappearance of my sister?"

"Well," his eyes fixed on the rolled magazine in his hands, "I think she is not disappeared. It is that she went out with her boyfriend without informing anyone."

"But isn't it too long to consider so?"

"Yes, it is. But Love is a thing that makes people do all unexpected things."