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Understanding other people's stories is easy. Reading other stories is easy. Being in someone else's story is easy. But... Why do I still feel alone? Seeing others with their own world is like being trapped into the jail. Is it true that I can read their stories? Thaqif has been my best friend since childhood, we played together, cried together, fight together until all that was gone. I don't know where the mistake came from, it started when we entered a school that is famous for the intelligence of the students and is also the hope of the country. The students there are just like statues that have no stories and memories. That makes hero interested to know the story behind the silence chapter that does not speak. in the middle of the story the hero often blames others. The truth he wanted to know made him confused as to which of the students in the school was telling the truth. Which story should he believe. Who should he choose to be the last story.

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Not last chapter 9

We just move going to the canteen

"Can I ask something?" I asked.

"Yes." Hadwan spoke casually.

"Atif is still alive?" I asked doubtfully, is this really the question I want.

"You really didn't see what happened?" He asked and I just answer I don't know.

"Atif is not dead, he does not exist." His answer was simple and I was really surprised.

I still don't believe it.

"You want to say I'm crazy?" I asked again.

"Let's go for a walk, we know this school first before you can answer your questions." Hadwan spoke while holding out his hand to me again. And I again agree with Hadwan.

.........

We went to the canteen and bought food. Actually, it's more accurate that I'm the only one who buys food. I felt discomfort inside me because someone was watching me while I was eating.

"Aren't you hungry?" My question broke the awkward feeling.

"I'm not hungry." He replied.

"Do you have a family?" He asked.

"Yes my brother. And you?''

"I do not have."

I was just silent in sympathy while listening to what he wanted to say.

"No , I have a friends, but I'm not sure if I'm the one who threw friends away or I'm the one who was thrown away.''

I who heard his expression sympathized even though it was a bit complicated but I started to feel sorry for him.

"Now are you still in contact with your friend?" My question showed that I started to be interested in helping him.

"None. I can't find a way to be friends with him again.''

"Later I will help you to find your friend ." I said with a friendly smile.

"He's dead."

Once again I sympathize.

He smiled in his face that was about to cry. I just wanted to say something

However

Something crossed my mind. I'm not sure what it is. It happened suddenly.

"What do you know?" The voice of someone who is not clear who it is haunts my mind. My head got heavier when it appeared.

What something?

I closed my eyes trying to remember something. I firmly hold the table as my body becomes weaker and weaker to accommodate these thoughts.

"Anas are you okay?" Hadwan's voice started calling me, I tried to slowly open my eyelids and

"AAAAAAAAAAAA" I screamed out loud as I got up from my seat and moved away from it because what I saw now was a corpse

Thaqif's body is covered in blood.

I covered my mouth because I couldn't believe what I was seeing now.

"Anas." Once my name was called and I seemed to realize something.

The Thaqif that I just saw a moment ago is gone because what I see now is

It was Hadwan who had been calling me since earlier.

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