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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

Someone opened the door for us. He might be the housekeeper of that house and he was very friendly. "He is the housekeeper of this house," Winnter told us. "If you want anything, just tell him." She said. We directly bowed for a greeting to him.

"Thomas, they are my friends and we are staying here tonight. Please make rooms ready for them. Only one room because the youngest is afraid to sleep alone." Then Thomas smiled at us and asked us in.

The front yard was very spacious with maple trees alongside the driveway to the house. The leaves had changed the colours, the trees barely had branches and twigs remained. I looked around to see the beautiful garden. This reminded me of my father's house which was filled with many kinds of flowers. It hurt me anytime I remembered it. He finally decided to get married without ending his relationship with my mother. To the worst, my mother wanted me to and my brother came to that wedding.

108. Summer