Slowly Bleeding Lies ~Bughead~

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Betty's POV: I've always loved winter. The snowflakes land on your hand, and if you look close enough, you can see the outline of the snowflake. That's the good thing about paying attention. You never know what you'll get out of it. And Riverdale had snow on this day. Weird.
          "Betty?" My mom asked while opening my hospital door. "Yes, mom?" I asked her. "Well look at you! You're already out of bed!" She said. "The nurse helped me get everything." I said. I was wearing my hair up in my classic ponytail, but it was looser than usual. I was wearing my favorite white sweater, with black jeans. "Well, get your shoes on and let's go." She said. "I thought I was leaving tonight?" I asked her. "Looks like we're leaving now, instead." She said. I picked up my bag, and put on my pink converse. My mom handed me my grey jacket, and we left the hospital.
When we drove up to my house, memories flew around like a hurricane. How much did I miss? Did everyone know now? I was forced back into reality when my mom opened the car door. "Let's go, Betty." She said. I gave her a smile, and headed for the door. "Don't worry, we didn't touch anything in your room." She read my mind. When I walked in, my dad gave me a big hug. He'd visited me a few times, but he worked a lot more than my mother, so he didn't have so much time.
          "You can go settle in, dinner will be soon." My mom said, and disappeared with my father into the kitchen. I looked at the stairs, and stayed there for a minute. I examined every single step as I went up, and noticed the small creek on every other step. Now that I'm back, I'm noticing things I'd never noticed before. I walked into my bedroom, and smelled my houses usual scent. I shut my door silently, and took my jacket off. Once again, I was caught in the moment. My eyes shifted all around the room, and I noticed the sheets on my bed were the same as I last saw them. It was that night, and they were pulled back for me to sleep. But, I didn't get around to ever using the bed again. The only moving thing was my curtains, throwing themselves in the wind. I walked over to my window, and sat down. Archies chair was there, but not Archie himself. It's funny how he's not there. Every other day he's there, but today, he's not. The day I need my friends.
Jughead's POV: I as a person, don't have many regrets. One of my few regrets, is leaving that night. I wasn't thinking about anyone but myself. And now look where that got Betty. We'd probably never speak again. And it's all my fault. I was the one who left, when she needed me most. I deserved to not be talked to. I deserved it all.
          And here I was in Pop's. Sitting at the usual booth all of us would sit in, but now everyone's falling apart. She probably thinks I forgot about her, or didn't care about her. But I do. I need her. I need my girl.
          I started typing on my computer, hearing so many bells ring from the door. But then, I heard another bell. Something about this bell was different. It was daring me to look. I slowly looked up, and there stood the girl. The girl I left behind. She looked the other way when she first walked in, but then, she saw me. Her mouth barely opened, and it felt like time stopped. I couldn't find the strength to move at all. She couldn't either. And then, Archie walked in. He saw Betty, and tapped on her shoulder. She turned to him, and wiped a tear away. She ran out, leaving him to wonder what she saw. And then he saw. He sighed, and ran after her. And I secretly followed.
Betty's POV: I didn't know exactly what just happened, but I needed to go home. I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the faint voice behind me. My hair now had snowflakes in it, because I didn't put my hood back on. I didn't let anything stop me.
When I finally made it home, I tripped over a rock by the road. My hand was scraped and bleeding, and the snow was making it sting. "Betty!" I heard. I looked behind me, and saw Archie running. "I-I'm fine." I said. He grabbed my hand and looked at it. "You're bleeding." He said. "Yeah." I whispered. When he touched me, I noticed something. It wasn't the same as when Jughead touched me. I would feel a shock go through my whole entire body in one instant, when I felt nothing when Archie touched me. I guess he never really used to grab my hand before.
          He was standing shockingly close. Closer than normal. His eyes swept to my lips, and he said, "Your lips are bleeding." I touched them, and felt warm blood. He stayed there for a minute, and I started to get nervous. This was Archie. Not anyone else. I noticed he started to lean closer, but something in the nearby woods cracked. "What was that?" I said while backing up. "I uh...I don't know." He said while looking down at the ground. "Betty!" I heard. I turned and saw Veronica running down the street with her cloak on. "Let's hurry and get inside!" She said while running to my door. "Bye, Arch." I said while waving.
Jughead's POV: When I saw Archie grab her bleeding hand, something struck in me like a lightning bolt. It was pure anger, and I couldn't stop it. I didn't want anyone else touching her hand. I didn't want anyone else even being that close to her. And then the worst thing possible happened. Archie started to lean closer. Jealousy took over my whole body. I quickly found a stick, and snapped it in half, using my anger. They looked over at my surroundings, and I quickly ran back towards Pop's.
          When I was walking back, I hated myself. I had no right to do what I just did. She deserves happiness, and all I can give her is sadness. She deserves a better person than me. Like I told her many times before, I'm damaged. Unrepairable. When I got back into Pop's, I sat down. I closed my laptop, and put it down on my seat. The only thing I did for what seemed like hours, was stare blankly at the table.
Betty's POV: Veronica took a seat on my bed, but before she did, she pulled the sheets up to my pink pillows. She sat with her legs crossed, and patted for me to sit next to her. "Let me guess, this is Jughead's spot?" She asked me. She made me laugh with one of her unnecessary faces, and I sat by her. And then, I remembered that Jughead was back. "Why didn't you tell me, V?" I asked her. "What?" She asked me, and stopped flipping through her magazine. "Why didn't you tell me...that Jughead's back?" I asked her more seriously now. She took a deep breath, and said, "I was going to tell you tonight. I'm so sorry." She added. "There's nothing to be sorry about." I pretended to be ok, and started writing in my diary. "B. Don't lie to me." She said. I couldn't hold my tears back, and one managed to fall on the page of my diary. Veronica saw it, and hugged me. I started to cry harder, and Veronica was trying to calm me down. "I just..." I tried talking. I don't remember clearly what happened next, but I drifted off to sleep.