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Jasmine's Point Of View:

“Ashley?!” I exclaimed, looking at her face as my hand stretched to touch it.

My sister. Why was she still in the USA, looking so….. so not like the Ashley I knew. She was looking less Ashley, a bit more slim and her hair was already cut short, her once flawless face now had a pimple mounted right in the side of the chin.

She glared at me. “Don't touch me, who the fuck are you?!” She screamed, slapping my hand away.

“Ashley, it's me,” I whispered, realizing my sister who once loved me, who was once loved over me, was now less of herself....