Bughead one shots by x_bughead_x

Never forget you

! WARNING: contains suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide !

"I used to be so happy, but without you here I feel so low.
I watched you as left but I can never seem to let you go."

Betty's POV

"I'll never forget you." I'd promised. 3 years, 5 months and 17 days. That's how long it has been. I rest my hand on my forehead, stupidly thinking I can prove myself wrong. Nope. He's still there, consuming my mind. How do I make him go away? Honestly, I wish I could. My legs are crossed on the window seat. Mom would never approve, in fact, she's told me to get away from the window many, many times before. I'm fully aware why. She thinks I'll jump, and maybe I will.

Jughead's POV

Twenty one pilots blasts from my speakers in an attempt to drown out my thoughts. Every minute, every second. A flash of blonde hair. A pair of green eyes. A pastel cardigan. This can't go on. After Mrs Cooper called social services to take me away, they got a couple to adopt me in Manhattan. I hate it. They're nice and all, nicer than ever. They give me anything and everything I want, but not Betty. Betty is lost to me forever now. She told me she wouldn't forget me, but she will. She has a chance for a better life without me. I understand Mrs Cooper's actions. She woke me up to reality. I was never good enough for Betty. As much as it pains me, I need to accept that. "Jack, dear. Dinner is ready." My foster dad calls. They renamed me too. Jack Wickers, taking their last name. To me though, I will always be Jughead. I turn off my speakers, then thunder down the stairs.

Betty's POV

He probably doesn't even remember me. My mom refuses to tell me about him, even though I already know they send her letters telling her everything about his new life. The one thing that she did disclose to me is that he's changed his name, and only then she told me to prove to me I could never find him. My head aches, my stomach aches, but most of all, my heart aches. I dig my nails into the window ledge, trying to stop myself from screaming.

Jughead's POV

"How's school?" My foster mom smiles. "Got a girlfriend?" I choke on my food, then remind myself she doesn't know anything about my past life. My foster parents frown. "Touchy subject, Jack? Do you not want to talk about it?" My 'dad' asks. "No, it's fine. I just had a girlfriend before I lived here..." I admit. "They say talking is the best therapy!" 'Mom' chirps in. "Ok then..." I sigh. "She's the only thing I miss about my old life." They seem intrigued. 3 years and I have never mentioned her. It's been too painful. "Pretty?" My dad raises his eyebrows jokingly. "Very." I grin. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And the most kind, and caring, and clever." My mom widens her eyes in excitement that she's finally getting to the last part of my old life, "Got any pictures?" I chew my lip, "There is one..." A photo Archie had taken when we had a picnic next to Sweetwater river. I always keep it in my pocket. My fingers find it, pulling it out to show them. The river is in the background, Betty and I are smiling with her arms around my waist and one of my arms draped over her shoulders. They grin when they see it. "I can tell you really care about her." My mother hands the photo back. I nod.

Betty's POV

A leg swings out the window. Now the other. My mom's voicemail plays,

"This is Alice Cooper. I am unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message."

I wait for the beep. "Thanks, mom." I press the hang up button and turn my phone off, later throwing it back into my room. My hand finds the red marker next to me on the window ledge. I take off the cap, drawing a large broken heart on my window. The pen soon finds itself in my room again too. I shuffle to the very edge of my window ledge. My feet push off, and my body flies. Until I am yanked back.

AN: Maybe a sequel another time?