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It's been 3 years since she passed away. Those years, we spent on this beautiful song. To remember her, to keep her alive in our memories. To show the world, what she meant to us. Especially to me. It's so hard to breathe, just thinking about it being 3 years already. I miss her cheeky smile. Her adorable giggles when I'd kiss her cheek. Or the way she'd look at me, full admiration while I was drumming away on stage. God, I miss her so much.

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"Ashton, can you please come here?" Luke asks with a vibration in his voice, a vibration I haven't heard unless he was singing, or those 3 years ago. When he told me, she passed away. The fear taking over his vocal chords. I instantly freeze in my chair. The blood in me, dropping to my toes. "Yes, on my way." I reply and get up, making my way around the corner of the Living room. There he is, staring down at his phone, a pale face. And I feel my stomach drop. "What's up Hemmo?" I ask. A slight shiver down my spine as I speak out those words.

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