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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

"I know this is inappropriate because I said I would give the lily without expecting anything from you. But today, I will be like other humans who use that flower to request a spirit exchange," after I said that their expression changed.

"Do you want to make an exchange?" One of them asked

I nodded. "For the first lily I gave to you, please take care of him. Whatever it takes, please take care of him." The Manjis nodded to understand. "While for the second lily, if anything bad happened to him, I ask for an exchange of my spirit with him," my voice turned hoarse.

"What do you mean?" Manji's eyes were both oozing clear tears.

"Why is it like that?" Asked one of them.

86. Daydreaming again!