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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

The Manji's bodies were becoming whole again slowly, then they both hugged me and tried to calm me down. "Don't give up on your beliefs," They said in unison. "You are our master now, and we'll do whatever you want."

The Manji took me to the house earlier after calming down enough. The place was so crowded when I arrived. The police and ambulances filled the narrow alley. Blood splattered everywhere, even on the trashcans and piles of used junk about five meters from the house. Some parts of the asphalt and wall fences were also damaged, including the gate that almost collapsed.

"Tha!" someone pulled me out of the crowd. "You?" It was Winnter, who was now watching me from top to bottom. "I'm so sorry, that was a little late warning" She looked terribly sorry.

My body still felt weak, yet I didn't want to make Winnter sad. "So this is how you help Summer? You told her where Aras was?" I asked her just to be sure.

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