I hugged my terrorist as I died.
Those memories..... Sarah kicked the ball as we were playing a girls-only football match.... Ouch! The ball hit me. "Sorry!" She said.  "I'm going to kill you!" I yelled as I ran after her.
How old was I at that time? It was 40 years ago.
Those feelings..... Mais ran with me as we knocked on the classrooms doors and mischeviously escaped.
How old was I at that time? Oh yeah right.... it was 25 years ago.
Those thoughts...... Noratan hugged me tightly as I cried like a little child for spilling tea on my favourite book..... How stupid I was at that time, but..... how old was I? I think it was 20 Years ago.
This last day of happiness...... I got out of my car to meet the director.... I will finally be promoted in his place.... but that when..... everything got messed up....
Will I ever be happy like how I was at that time?

Or wait....

Memories, nostalgia, all floating into my mind..., as my heart shatters, I glee.

Don't go!

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"Hey, that's amazing you know!"
"You think so?" I stared at my Haifa who was eating the food I cooked cheerfully. That was a memory...... but ..... not mine.

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Don't leave me!

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"Dont hit me again!"
I yelled at Sarah who kicked that ball.... at me?
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But... whose memories are those?....

Don't let me stand alone dear soul!

My soul is fading away as I thought...... or should I say... faded away.  I guess.... I'm losing all my precious memories too with it.

All what is left is agony and pain.
All I am left at is null and void.
All what I can see is chaos and tragedy.
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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

The bullet in my heart is still there.... no one is trying to remove it...

"I don't want to die...."

I hugged my terrorist as I died.

The pain is not fading away.... If I died, everything should go numb, right?

"I don't want to die here..... in this horrible form...."

I hugged my terrorist as I died.

But if I'm not dead yet, then when will I die?

"I beg you my valuable soul.... don't let me die here all by myself.... come back to me!"

I hugged my terrorist as I died.

It remains.

I hugged my terrorist as I died.

His black shirt.

I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I died.

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I hugged my terrorist as I....died? But...... I am in a grave.....

I'm already dead. Then what were those memories? I probably should just go back to death peacefully and forget about all those dreams of everything I lived 50 years ago..... Yes... I am still in my grave.....

I looked at my hand as my eyes widened  as I saw a black piece of cloth. But I brought him down to death with me.

Laughing, I shut my eyes.....

I hugged my terrorist as I died, but it was him who died first....

But if I am dead, then who is writing this right now......?

Could it be.........