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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

There was a pause filling up the steel walls in front of us, "I have never seen one before," a deep voice creaked softly, breaking the silence we created.

I turned my head, seeing him looking at something so far away, "What is that?" I was curious.

He  turned his head and looked at me so gently, "You really can't be judged be the cover."

Instantly I burst into laughing listening to his joking-like utterance, "hat is wrong with me?" I asked back, "What kind of 'cover' do you mean?" He was quiet, looking at me as if to judge.

I took a deep breath, decided to ignore his gaze, and told him, "Mickey is Antonie's cat. He asked me to look for fire lilies that could be used as an exchange to the Manji, for a request," I glanced at him. He was still staring at me.

78. Descendant of Youenha