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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

"Tha, why do I always hear wood knocks anytime I am with you? Are you like that kid who has a big bear stalker or a giant penguin?!" Winnter looked upset with the knocks.

"I do," I was a bit hesitant, "But he is not here right now. He--'' I hadn't finished my words when suddenly Winnter spontaneously ran to leave us.

I didn't know what had happened but I decided to run after Winnter who was ahead of us. It was not easy because we had been left behind for some distance. Faintly, a strain of melody was heard from our front, but it was enough to answer the question of why Winnter ran so suddenly.

"Tha, put on your earmuffs!" Mickey, who was behind us, yelled to remind us.

We followed his instructions and continued running with the light from Zent's body.

104. A strain of melody