I uncontrollably sit on the ground. Apparently I fall."Hey, hey, you okay?" Edwin hurriedly sits beside me."I'm fine." I answer shakily, closing my eyes. Actually I wasn't fine. I haven't seen my psychiatrist for almost a month, haven't taken my medication. Now, the flashbacks are gone, but I still have the headache. I am breathing hard. I wonder what caused the flashbacks. "C'mon," he wraps my left arm around his shoulder and lifts me up. "The lake is near. You need some fresh air."I walk with him, dropping my head in his shoulder. I feel a little surprised by my act, because I don't even know him.Or maybe I do.His body scent seems familiar. "Don't try to think too much. When you apply pressure to remember a thing of your past, which was maybe painful, it affects your neuron cells.""It wasn't painful. Perhaps," I stop walking. And I open my eyes.Sudd

Tijuana, Northern Mexico "Mama! Can I go play with Rosa now?" Ginny blows her chubby cheeks, pulling her mother's dress. If she doesn't get permission to go, she will continue to pout the whole day.Alyona glances at her daughter. "Dear Gin, you just came back from your school. How about we go to our boathouse, get fresh and eat something, then you can go play?""But, then I will be late!" she rolls her eyes and stops in front of their boat. "Mama, don't worry, I'm not hungry. And also if I get hungry, I can always eat Rosa's mother's food. Aunt cooks so good, but you always forbid me to eat those typical meals.""Honey," her mother leans to her. "Those meals are chilly and spicy, they aren't good for your health. We're habituated in our normal American food, aren't we?""Spicy food aren't good for me, then I can always eat Tres Leches cake and other desserts," the little girl says stubbornly, trying to release her hand from her mother's hold

No roads ran through the twisted mountain valleys where they walked now. Between the grey stone peaks lay still blue lakes, long and deep and narrow, and the green gloom of endless piney woods. The russet and gold of autumn leaves grew less common when they left the wolfswood to climb amongst the old flint hills, and vanished by the time those hills had turned to mountains. Giant grey-green sentinels loomed above them now, and spruce and fir and soldier pines in endless profusion. The undergrowth was sparse beneath them, the forest floor carpeted in dark green needles. When they lost their way, as happened once or twice, they need only wait for a clear cold night when the clouds did not intrude, and look up in the sky for the Ice Dragon. The blue star in the dragon's eye pointed the way north, as Osha told him once. Thinking of Osha made Bran wonder where she was. He pictured her safe in White Harbor with Rickon and Shaggydog, eating eels and fish and hot crab p

"Do you think our battalion will win?""I don't know. Will we?""Do you think I can die in the war?""I don't know. Is it not your life?""Are you worried about my life now?""I am not sure. Should I be?"    Alexander let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze fell down at his son. He often wondered why his own blood was like this, who neither had any interest in war strategy, nor people around him. His only son Jordan was going to seventeen years old after two moon, his beginning to become a man. But he was always so inattentive about the things around him, except nature, which made his father slightly concerned."Commander Alexander!" someone knocked at the door thrice, the voice sounded restless."Come in," Alexander declared.    A middle-aged senior soldier Amro hurriedly paced into the hall room with his heavy boots. He looked like a storm had gone over him, his outfit was covered with dust and sweat.

He closes the driver's door.Lynn looks around the little house carefully and walks through the driveway, entering his hands into his pockets. He's not sure if this guy still lives here, but if anyone could help him to take the Feingold Brothers down, this guy would be one of them. But also, time changes people. Lynn rings the bell twice.After a while, footsteps approaches. A pale looking, red haired woman opens the door slightly, looking at him suspiciously. "What do you want?" she asks coldly. "Er....does Ray Jenkins live here?""Who are you?" she frowns."My name is Lynn, an old friend of Ray. Is he here?" Lynn replies patiently. "Oh, he's here." The woman raises her eyebrows. "But I don't think you're gonna meet him.""Why? What's wrong?""You work for that secret society, don't you? Which screwed up his whole life, our life," she speaks harshly. "I don't know why you're h