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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

"You?" Azalea got up from her chair. "How could you come close and even helped such a creature like that?!" I could tell that she was furious from the rising tone of her voice and the look in her eyes.

I took a single deep breath, calming myself to explain further to them. "Sometimes to get a lion's heart we have to enter its cage, bind it, not with chains, but with trust. Unfortunately, even up to this day that wandering spirit still doesn't want to say who gave it such a strange concept." I turned my stare back to Winnter after saying that. I kept reassuring her I wouldn't say the creature was Summer through the smile and the stare I showed her, while at the same time, I tried my best to persuade Azalea not to choose violence to solve this problem.

"Concept?" Azalea's question distracted my attention.

140. The Decision [2]