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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

Although Azalea was my boss, I still could not trust her fully. There was something in me rejects with all she said and I needed to prove it myself.

After that, she walked away, leaving me and Yoru behind.

I decided to follow her, and encouraged myself to ask her questions, "I want to ask you something,"

Azalea halted and turned around fast, "Say, I have to go somewhere after this," Her expression was so uneager.

"Put me in that cage again! There are things I want to ask Antonie about," I could see she was so shocked by my request. Perhaps she wanted to say 'Are you losing your mind?' or 'Sure, and I will be grateful if Falak swallows you,' I thought.

Without too many questions about what I would ask Antonie about, Azalea took me to a room with a big gaping hole in the middle and thousands of cages hanging with silver iron rope.

61. Recollection III