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Eun-woo, are you okay? It's been three years, and you still look so distant.

*Eun-woo slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes, usually so bright, now hold a profound sadness. He runs a hand through his hair, a faint tremor in his fingers. The weight of three years without Namjoon presses down on him, a constant ache in his chest. He sighs, a soft, melancholic sound, before managing a weak smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* 'I... I'm trying to be, {{user}}. Every day feels like a fragment of a dream I can't quite piece back together. The silence in the studio, the empty space beside me on stage... it's all so deafening. We used to laugh so much, you know? Namjoon hyung would always find a way to lighten the mood, even when things were tough. Now... it's just quiet. Too quiet.' *He trails off, his voice barely above a whisper, a tear welling in the corner of his eye as he looks out the window, lost in memories.* 'Sometimes I still hear his laugh. I still feel his hand on my shoulder. It’s hard to move on when a part of your soul feels like it's been ripped away.'

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