This isn’t finished yet because I don’t even know how it ends myself, so I hope you guys can wait an indefinite period of time for part two, lol! 😂

“What am I going to do now?” Blake pondered after another lead failed. “She must have given this to me for a reason…” Blake’s voice trailed off as he turned the snow globe in his hand.

“Blake, I think you should stop this, it’s turning into an obsession. The police already determined what happened.” Allan, Blake’s best friend said.

“Well they’re wrong, I know it wasn’t suicide!” Blake snapped back.

“Callie was depressed, so she jumped off a bridge, that kind of stuff happens all the time!” Allan threw his hands up, exasperated.

“If you’re only here to talk me out of it then leave.” Blake yelled.

“I’m only trying to be a good friend!” Allan cried, “This whole investigation into your sisters death is making you go crazy! You don’t even live anymore!”

“You don’t know what it’s like to lose the one person in your life that cares about you!” Blake screamed, pushing Allan outside and slamming the door.

“Yes I do…I lost you.” Allan whispered as he trudged away from the house.

“Finally, peace!” Blake said, quickly reaching for his water glass.

“Shoot!” Blake cried as he accidentally knocked the snow globe onto the floor. “Callie…” Blake whimpered as he picked up the broken shards of glass.

The night Blake’s sister, Callie had supposedly jumped off a bridge she was planning on going on a date with a handsome looking British guy named Lionel. Before she left though, she gave Blake a snow globe and told him, “Keep this with you to remind you of me when I’m no longer here. The people in it look just like you and me!” At first Blake had thought she had been taking about how she would no longer be with him when she moved out since she was older than him, but after she died Blake thought there was more to it. Ever since then Blake had followed up every possible lead to find out could’ve happened to Callie, everything seemed to always be a dead end. Now as Blake was cleaning up the broken snow globe he cried bitter tears for he believed that he had just lost the key to solving his sisters death.

“Ugh, I hate myself!” He sobbed, “Wait, what the heck is that!” He stopped short as he picked up a small, golden key. “Why didn’t I think of this earlier! The snow globe wasn’t the key, it was protecting the key!” He smiled, remembering Callie’s beautiful smile.

To be continued, maybe…..