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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

"Should we chain him or something so that he will not run? I am not sure he will not run away once we get him out. That person is still very cunning before and after his death, even in someone else's body!" Said Azalea annoyed while slamming Antonie's notebook.

Miss Anty seemed to understand her hot-tempered friend. She patted Azalea's shoulder to calm her down, "Calm down. We will not treat his body, but his heart. We make him believe that we will not hurt him, but will help him recollect his past," She said slowly.

"Sometimes not everything can be solved by fighting. We will approach him, seek information from all the things he still remembers. I am sure he eventually will believe us," The entire room seemed to be listening seriously, not to mention Azalea who turned out to be a little calmer..

72. My instinct