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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

"Hm?," He seemed to crack his memory to reply to me, "I guess there was, but I am not sure with the color," He opened a jar of the sweets he bought and ate it.

I took some shots of every angle in this park. I just felt that among all the parks I had visited, this one had the closest description from Antonie.

"What are you doing?" Erick's question did not halt me to keep taking some shots.

"Taking photos," I replied shortly while making sure that I missed nothing of this area in my camera.

"Tha, this is Zie's place...," He hung up his words so that I turned to him and he gave me saw him was signaling a shot.

"Yeah, I know," I nodded fast.

"You don't plan any silly and odd things with those photos, do you?" Erick used an observant tone.

I pushed a smile but I knew it was a stiff one, "No," I tried to convince him, "Don't think negatively toward me," I pretended to be upset and punched his arm lightly.

65. A piece of my memory