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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

I and Antonie got along well very fast. In some points, we had similarites, such as hobbies in drawings, and favorite food that was all about potatoes, a lot of stories of life at schools, and all stuffs about friends.


Although our age gap was quite different significantly, we could understand each other quite well. He always looked cheerful although I suspected that  there had to be something wrong with him. In every smile he drew, he hid sadness and I pretended not to see it. 


I still did not know what kind of place we were locked up right now. Through the iron bars of the cage, nothing could I see down there but darkness. The walls of this room were of dark brown metal. The scent of the iron was so strong mixed with rancid smell from somewhere made me dizzy.I could not point where it was from. Far down there, a huge fireplace kept burning. The fire was red, the one I never saw before. 


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