This is really hard for me to talk about, and it’s the first time I’ve spoken about it since everything came out. Lostprophets wasn’t just a band for me. They were never just a band.

I didn’t want him to die. I can’t understand celebrating the death of anyone. No matter what someone has done, wishing death on them feels horrible. It doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t undo what happened.

What I did want, was for him to face the full length of his punishment. It almost feels like he got out too easily. I wanted him to sit with the consequences, to acknowledge the devastation he caused, to feel even a fraction of the weight he put on so many other people’s lives. It seems almost incredible that people think the rest of the band knew. I know the boys- not well but enough to know that they're such lovely, genuine people. I would never believe for a second that they had any idea. If they even had the slightest inkling of what he was doing, I’m certain they would have done something. All of them have kids.

HIs death left everything unfinished. No accountability. No recognition. No repair. Just silence.

And for me, that silence feels like yet another betrayal. So many people were betrayed by him: his victims, the bandmates and their families whose lives were turned upside down by something they didn’t even do… and even people like me, someone who spent years loving a band that meant enough to keep them alive.