Unforgettable revenge

Noah is mudered

I opened the door to find Noah standing there with a bottle of wine in his hand. He had come over for a party that I had been planning for weeks. As soon as he stepped inside, the music started playing and the drinks started flowing.

We had a great time, laughing and dancing into the night. I don't remember much after that, but I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a sense of dread in my heart.

As the memories came flooding back, I realized that I had done something terrible.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I looked into his eyes and said, "I know we just met, but...can I kiss you?"

My heart was racing as he nodded my head yes. I leaned in and our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. As the night went on, we both started to feel a little buzzed. We danced together, laughing and joking around. Suddenly, I leaned in and kissed Noah again. It was a soft, gentle kiss that sent shivers down my spine again and again and I started to open his shirt's button. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, frozen because our intoxication had stopped more than half and this time I kissed him without Noah's permission.

Noah pulled away and looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have done that."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded. We went back to the party and tried to act like nothing had happened, but I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss.

I had drunkenly kissed and embraced Noah, taking his shirt off in the heat of the moment. What had I been thinking? How could I have been so foolish?I lay in bed, feeling miserable and embarrassed. I knew I had to face Noah at the academy, but I didn't know how I could possibly look him in the eye.

When I finally made it to the academy, my heart was pounding with fear. I scanned the crowds, looking for Noah, but he was nowhere to be seen. I went to class, dreading the moment when I would have to face him.

Finally, I saw him coming down the hallway towards me. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment.

"Hey," he said, coming up to me. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," I said, not sure what else to say.

"I just wanted to talk to you about last night," he said, looking serious. "I don't know if you remember, but we kissed."

"I know," I said, feeling even more embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I was drunk, and I didn't mean for anything to happen."

"It's okay," he said, smiling. "I actually kind of enjoyed it."

I looked at him in surprise, not sure what to make of his words.

"I'm not saying that I want anything more to happen between us," he continued. "But I'm not mad about what happened. In fact, I think it was kind of fun."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had been dreading this conversation, but Noah was being kind and understanding.

"I'm glad you're not mad," I said, smiling back at him. "I was so worried about how you would react."

"I get it," he said, nodding. "But we're friends, right? And sometimes friends do things that are a little crazy."

I laughed, feeling better than I had in days. Noah was right, of course. We were friends, and friends sometimes did silly things.

From that moment on, things were different between us. We were more comfortable around each other, and we joked and laughed as though nothing had ever happened.

Looking back on that night, I knew that it had been a mistake. But it was a mistake that had brought Noah and me closer together. And for that, I was grateful.

Days turned into weeks, and we didn't talk about the kiss. It was like it had never happened. But every time we hung out, there was a tension between us that I couldn't ignore.

One day, we were at my apartment watching a movie. It was a romantic comedy, and we were both laughing at the cheesy lines. Suddenly, Noah turned to me and said, "I know things have been weird between us since the party."

I nodded, not sure where this was going.

"I just want you to know that I've had feelings for you for a long time," he said. "And that kiss wasn't just because we were drunk. I really meant it."

I felt a flutter in my chest as I looked at him. I had never thought of Noah in that way, but now that he had said it, it made sense. I realized that I had feelings for him too.

Without saying a word, we leaned in and kissed again. This time, it was more intense, more passionate. We both knew what we wanted, and we weren't afraid to explore it.

Our clothes came off, and we explored each other's bodies with a hunger that we had never felt before. It was like we had been waiting for this moment for years.

Afterwards, we lay in bed together, our bodies intertwined. Noah turned to me and said, "I love you."

I smiled, feeling happier than I had ever felt before. "I love you too," I said.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, and when we woke up the next morning, everything felt different. Our friendship had turned into something more, something deeper. And it was the best thing that had ever happened to us.

After that, I came to know Noah's secret that He was also gay like me. We started dating.

One night, we went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate Noah's new job. We dressed up in our best clothes, and I couldn't help but stare at Noah as he looked at me with a smile on his face.As we were finishing up our dinner, Noah reached across the table and took my hand. "I've been thinking about this for a while," he said. "And I just can't keep it in anymore."

Before I knew it, Noah had leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the moment, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. 'I've been thinking about you every second' Noah said.

When we finally pulled away, we looked at each other, our eyes filled with a mix of confusion and excitement.

We shook my head, feeling a rush of emotions. "Noah," I said. "I've been thinking about you too." I completed the sentence.

We talked for hours about how we felt, about our hopes and dreams, about the future. It was like we had opened up a new chapter in our lives, one that we had both been waiting for.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Noah took my hand and pulled me close. "I don't want this night to end," he said.

I smiled, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me. "Neither do I," I said.

We stood there, under the stars, and kissed again. This time, it was more passionate, more intense. It was like we had been holding back our feelings for too long, and now we were finally letting them out.

As we pulled away, Noah looked at me and said, "I've never felt this way before."

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race. "Me neither," I said.

We stood there, holding each other, feeling the warmth of our bodies against each other. It was a moment that I would never forget, a moment that would change our lives forever.

I had been planning to propose to Noah for weeks. I had everything all set up - the romantic dinner, the perfect location, and even the ring. I was nervous, but also excited. I knew in my heart that he was the one for me.

But when I arrived at his apartment, something was off. Noah was sitting on the couch, staring ahead with unblinking eyes. I tried to get his attention, but he didn't respond.

That's when I realized that something was terribly wrong. I touched his shoulder, hoping to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, but he fell to the floor, lifeless.

I screamed in horror, not knowing what to do.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah, my Noah, was lying lifeless on the ground. It was as if someone had sucked out all the life from him. I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I knelt beside him, tears streaming down my face, calling out his name. But he was gone, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back.

It felt like a few seconds had passed before I realized someone was watching us. I looked up and saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, staring at us. Without thinking, I ran after him, hoping he could give me some answers. But he was too quick for me. He disappeared into the stairwell, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I ran back to Noah's apartment, hoping that it was just a terrible nightmare and that he would be there, alive and well. But his body was gone. It was as if he had never existed. I called the police, but they couldn't find any evidence of a break-in or any clues to Noah's disappearance.

I called the police, but they couldn't find any evidence or trace of who might have done this. They told me that they would keep investigating, but I knew deep down that they probably wouldn't find anything. It was like Noah's killer had vanished into thin air.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. But there was still no sign of Noah. I was lost, confused, and heartbroken. I couldn't imagine a life without him, and the thought of never seeing him again was too much to bear.

Every night, I would go to the place where I last saw Noah, hoping he would appear out of nowhere. But he never did. I started to lose hope, but then something strange happened.

I spent the next few days in a haze of grief and shock. I couldn't eat or sleep, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Noah's lifeless body on the couch. I felt like a part of me had died with him.As the days turned into weeks, I started to feel like I was losing my mind. I kept seeing Noah's face everywhere I went, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I started to investigate on my own, trying to find any leads or clues that might help me solve Noah's murder. I went through his belongings, looking for anything that might give me a hint as to who might have done this to him. But all I found were old love letters and photos of us together.

One night, as I was sitting alone in my apartment, I heard a knock at the door. I hesitated for a moment, but then I got up and answered it. Standing on my doorstep was a man I had never seen before.

He introduced himself as a private investigator, and he told me that he had been hired by Noah's family to help find his killer. He said that he had some information that might be of interest to me, and he asked if he could come in and talk.

I was hesitant at first, but then I decided that it couldn't hurt to hear what he had to say. He came in and told me that he had been looking into Noah's past, and he had discovered something that he thought might be connected to his murder.

He showed me a file with a photo of a man, and he told me that this man had been in a relationship with Noah before we had met. He said that they had a messy breakup, and that this man had threatened Noah before.

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, I had a lead. I asked the investigator if he could help me track down this man, and he said that he would do everything in his power to find him.

A few days later, the investigator called me and told me that he had found the man. He gave me his address, and I went over to confront him. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew that I needed to see him face to face.

When I got to his apartment, I knocked on the door, and he answered. He looked surprised to see me, but then his expression turned cold.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want to know why you killed Noah," I said.

He looked at me for a moment, and then he laughed.

"You think I killed him?" he said. "Why would I do that?"

"I know about your history with him," I said. "I know that you threatened him before."

He shook his head.

"I never would have hurt him," he said. "I loved him. I still do."

I felt a pang of jealousy and anger. How could this man claim to love Noah when I was the one who had been with him at the end?

But then I looked into his eyes, and I saw the pain.

''But I know who did it'' He said. I said ''who?"

''I can't tell you here, come inside please, "he said.

(After few minutes later)

Harry and I sat on my couch, sipping our drinks, as he continued to tell me about his investigation into Noah's death. "I couldn't just let it go," he said, "Noah deserved justice."

I nodded in agreement, grateful for Harry's determination to solve the case. "So, who do you think killed him? And you said you also investigated" I asked.

Harry said "Yes, I do. I investigated his death myself, and I saw footage that I think shows the killer."

I wondered "What kind of footage?"

Harry said "It was from a park near Noah's apartment. There was a man standing next to his dead body, and then when a truck passed by, they both vanished."

My eyes filled with anger and I said "Who is he?"

Harry took a deep breath before answering, "I don't know for sure, but the footage I saw shows a man standing next to Noah's body before they both disappeared. I think the man might be Finn."

My heart sank at the mention of Finn's name. Noah told me that he used to have a best friend whom he still misses when he was alive and his name was Finn. He and Noah had a falling out a few years ago and had not spoken since. I couldn't imagine why he would want to hurt Noah.

"Do you think Finn could have done it?" I asked, hoping Harry would say no.

"I can't say for sure, but he's the only lead I have," Harry replied.

I sighed, knowing that I had to investigate Finn. "I'll do it discreetly," I said, "I don't want to accuse him without any evidence."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Be careful," he warned, "We don't know what we're dealing with."

"By the way, he is a mafia's son," Harry said.

Can I count on you to keep this between us?" I asked.

"Of course, I'll do whatever I can to help you. But please be careful, this could be dangerous," Harry cautioned.

I nodded, knowing the risks involved. "I will be. Thank you, Harry. You've given me a lead that could finally bring justice for Noah."

One night, as I was walking home from work, I saw a figure in the distance. It was Noah! I couldn't believe my eyes. I ran towards him, my heart racing with joy. But as I got closer, I realized that something was wrong. He looked different, and he didn't seem to recognize me.

"Who are you?" he asked me, with a blank expression on his face.

"It's me, your love. Don't you remember?" I replied, tears streaming down my face.

But he just shook his head and walked away, leaving me standing there, heartbroken once again. Somebody hit me on the head before I could run after Noah. And when I woke up I found myself in my room wondering if it was a dream or a reality. When I touched my head I was having pain and blood came out, I was relieved that it was not a lie but when I saw alcohol on the table And saw blood on the table: so I thought maybe I must have bumped into the table myself Because I have seen the dead body of Noah myself. My phone rang. I take out my phone from my pocket.

I took a deep breath before answering the phone, knowing that it was likely my dad calling me again. Ever since Noah's death, I had been keeping to myself, avoiding any contact with my family or friends.

"Hey son, it's your dad," he said in a soft voice. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," I replied curtly.

There was a moment of silence before my dad spoke again. "Listen, son. I know you're going through a tough time and you lost your love, but we need you to come back home. Your mother is very sick, and we need you here with us."

I was taken aback. "How do you even know that I had a lover?" I asked, wondering if someone had told him about Noah.

My dad hesitated for a moment before responding. "What makes you think I would leave my son alone? I used to watch after you sometimes, making sure that you safely made it home from the academy."

I was surprised and touched by his words. My dad and I had never been close, but hearing him say that he cared about me was a welcome change.

"I'll come back soon, dad," I said, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Just give me a little bit more time."

"Take all the time you need, son," he said before hanging up.