It has been 4 years since the tragedy. Nobody still wants to talk about it...or have they already forgotten... or they never cared to begin with. This had become a place of mystery. This place had been a somber memory which that of a crazy myth.
Despite all the lamentations and tears, all hath proceed with their own. Time did not stop; time is as cruel as always. It's cruelty is deep-down to the bone. It's infliction rivals a fiery blaze.
Time has healed its wounds, but like crumpled paper, things won't be the same as before. Fueled by wrath and rage, he ended his life to rid one of the many useless people walking around. The seeds of fear and despair had been planted; thus it shall grow and thrive as the years pass.
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