Book of One-Shots and Short Stories

Lucky Letters Part #4

Hey guys! Welcome back, I know it's been a week longer than when I was supposed to publish, but I had a super busy schedule what with being selected to represent the country in the Math Olympics hahaha. Anyway so sorry for the delay, here is part 4 of Lucky letters! Also, let me know if you think this story could be a whole new novel in the comments. Please comment, it really helps!

"So, where do you think we should start?" Westin asked me. I had invited him over to start our investigation. We were sitting on a beige sofa facing each other. A cup of coffee in each of our hands. The atmosphere was somber and awkward conversations were defiantly present.

"Well, I do think the most appropriate place would be to start from here after all he did live here," I replied.

"That does make sense, let's get to it shall we?" He asked, grinning slightly.

"We shall. Could you start by looking around in the kitchen, and I'll start in the bedrooms?" I replied, giving him a small smile in return. He nodded and headed towards the kitchen, placing his mug on the coffee table.

I headed towards my brother's room; it was probably the best bet. I walked through the passage leading up to his room. My fingers curled around the silver doorknob trying to get the courage to open the door. I hadn't entered his room since the day I got the news of him passing away, it was the maids who occasionally cleaned his room. I had kept it the same, not having the heart to clean his stuff. Now that I thought about it, clearing his belongings would have sealed his death; I had left everything untouched in hope of him being alive. I didn't want to lose the only person who hadn't left me, I wanted to keep his presence alive even he wasn't.

I didn't realize how long I had been standing with my hands on the doorknob until I felt pressure against my shoulder. I turned around to see Westin standing there, his hand lightly placed in the crook of my shoulders, his face showing with undeniable sympathy.

"Come on, let's go in together." He said, I smiled gratefully and opened the door. A small gasp escaped my lips and willed myself not to cry. I stepped inside, breathing in the familiar lemony scent, it was warm and comforting, and it felt like home, which was something I hadn't felt in a very long time. I took everything in, his grey walls adorned with pictures of him and me, him and his friends, and our family pictures, those were times I would never forget. His bed was perfectly made, a blue comforter furnished with grey plush pillows. His desk was also organized, it was very simple though, a white lamp and a few pencils and penholders. I made a beeline for his cupboard and pulled the doors open. I was filled with nostalgia looking at his clothes; I slowly took some of his clothes and piled them on his bed to see if I could find anything underneath it, Westin doing the same. I was taking off the last of his shirts when my fingers came across a rough metallic surface. I quickly rummaged through his belongings until I found a black metal safe.

"Westin! I found a safe." I called. He came up behind me. I picked up the safe which was relatively small and placed it on the desk.

"How will we find the password?" Westin asked me, voicing my own thoughts.

"I don't know, I guess we should probably try his birthday and my birthday," I stated. He nodded and tried them out, if only I could find the key. The safe had a keyhole and a pin code so either of them would be useful. I thought back to the last time I saw him. He had come home on an unexpected day for a few minutes to grab a few things for his next mission. From what I remembered, he had gone to our father's lab to look for the things. The lab. If we wanted to find the key or password we had to look for it.