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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

We went further into the forest with Azalea leading the way with her two guards. That woman said that she knew the portal of Between world, and she also had the authority from Master Oka to visit the place just like Kerberos. She had already ordered her best soldiers to guard the marionette, but after Antonie's illusion began to fade, she could not predict what might happen now.

Several Lichens seemed to be creeping slowly, like black slime that sparkled like a starry sky. From a distance, we saw Mr. Oka as usual watering the flowers in front of his shop. When he noticed our presence, his expression changed into a shock.

"What are you doing here?" he asked frantically, his finger pointed at me. "How could you go in here?" he added, then he ran towards us. "Go away! How could you go in here?"

84. The Florist