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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

After seeing the fruit shop which was not far from the school building that had been opened, I went to meet the owner immediately to try my idea. "Excuse me, I would like to ask you something. I wonder if you ever saw this kid," I asked politely and held out my cell phone showing Antonie's photo, "Does he live around here?"

The fruit shop owner looked at me with a suspicious look. He looked at me and he photo alternately, "I never saw him," He said

I did not want to waste my time, I started asking some people around the park, passers-by, the security of my old school, the passers-by with their shopping bags, and the fruit shop owner said the same thing, they had never seen Antonie.

"Miss, we have to go back," it was noon already when Kerberos reminded me.

69. Forgive him?