Murdered With Love

11. just like old times

Marc Notion is walking through the streets. He wears a black hoodie and a grey jacket despite it being very hot outside. Yet, he shivers as if it's cold outside. Deep down, he's scared to admit that wherever he's going, he's terrified to meet the person he will be meeting there.

The night is young. Sirens wail in the distance. He enters a small and cramp alley where the only source of light is from the window above. A hobo is sleeping against a stone wall, and a small sprinkle of pity grows as he watches the man sleep against the wall. The hobo is about his age, but his hair is matted and long, and his clothes are stained and teared.

That's how he could've ended up if he didn't get the help he got.

Marc puts his hand in his pocket and retrieves a small notebook he always carries with him. He tears out a page and begins writing. When he's done, he folds it up and places it in front of the man.

Then, he walks away to his destination. An old sugar factory who'd completely been abandoned. There, in the distance, a shadow is leaning against the wall. Their hood is drawn up as their eyes scan Marc's appearance.

He smirks and stands right next to the figure. "Haven't seen you in a long time." He admits with a small smile. Though he's terrified for what they can do, he can't help but feel the nostalgic feeling of the past whenever he looked at her. She was there when his life was at its best.

She draws up a hand and pulls the hood down to reveal very light blond hair and a pair of grey eyes. She's smirking. "It's been a while." She admits.

"Just like old times. Marc Notion and Lisa Miller." He crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans against the building. His chest rises and falls fast as he thinks back to those memories.

"Don't forget Maya. She's the only reason why I would want to hang out with ya." Lisa rolls her eyes but smiles slightly. "How are you doing, Marc?" She asks, a genuine question.

Marc nods. He hadn't seen or had contact with Lisa in over ten years. When she reached out to him, he was surprised. "I'm married." He says. "And the company's doing all right." He looks at her, his blue eyes scanning her appearance. "How's Daimen?" He asks.

Lisa snorts. "We broke up fifteen years ago. He's history."

"Oh, shit, I didn't know."

"He's an asshole anyway." Lisa shrugs. She glances at her cherry red nails. "So... You're married now. Who's the lucky wife?" Lisa feels a little weird talking about Marc's new lover. The bigger part of her hates Marc with her whole heart, but she just can't see him with anyone other than Maya. In her head, she almost refuses to believe that Marc loves anyone more than Maya.

Marc clears his throat, seeing the unease in her eyes. "Her name is Della." He explains. "She's from the rehab center... Well, I've met her there. We have a daughter together and soon a son."

Lisa tries to smile. She just can't imagine Marc with a different woman in his arms. It feels wrong. She almost tries to stop him from being with that woman because the thought of Marc with another just doesn't sit right with her. But she doesn't carry the rights to stop Marc from healing. He has healed and moved on. She should, too. "I'm happy for you, Marc." That's not a lie. Seeing Marc living again makes her feel a bit proud.

Marc clears his throat. "Why did you want me here, Leeh?" He asks.

"Because I'm scared." She admits.

Marc arches a brow at how fast she replies. "Lisa Miller, scared? Who am I talking to?"

"Oh fuck off." She says. "But yeah, I am scared. You know that they're researching the case, right? There are different people in here, a different generation with no pity. Who knows what they're going to find out. You know you and I are the only suspects in this case."