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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 said in a curt tone while I was walking towards the dining table and sitting in my chair earlier. "Your appearance is really deceiving, you know that?!" I got annoyed when he really laughed.

Putting aside his innocent-sounding laugh, there was one thing that made me curious after knowing how old he was. "May I ask?" I used to treat him lightly like fiends of the same age, addressing him formally felt awkward. "So have you been married?"

Now, he was laughing aloud. I even saw him cry, what was so funny about what I said earlier? "I'm not married," He said after a suppressing laugh, his face red to the tips of his ears. "We can never get married." I caught a glimpse of the regretful expression on his face.

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