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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 saw Winnter was crying, even though she was trying so hard to hide it. There were so many questions that were running through my head right now and to be honest I was getting more and more confused. How could Summer, who—she said—was dead, suddenly was here at this moment and she looked weel yeah normal like any other normal human being. She was not having any disability, she didn't seem to be neurodivergent, or even lacking in any single thing of a normal human being, in my opinion.

All my beliefs in my prejudices seemed to be collapsing one by one. The guilt for having suspected that Winter might 'have done something wrong, made me feel so guilty. I could only stare blankly at the teacup that was right in front of me.

"I'm getting more and more confused about what happened," I mumbled. "Everything seems so complicated and confusing to me, that I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore." My voice sounded like someone that had given up.

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