Broken // Bughead

Chapter 10

A/N okay so this hasn't got any capitals because i'm writing on my phone (my laptop is like broken ish yikes) and i turned capitals off so sorry about that. also i haven't written in so long so sorry if this is terrible :/. anyway on with the story. also this is unedited so sorry for any mistakes.

betty's pov

what's going on? why did dr. miles tell me to stay? i have no idea how to feel or what to say, do or even act. i just want jughead. finally, dr. miles speaks, "miss cooper, i don't think spending your money to keep mr. jones alive will do much help. he just doesn't have the progress we're wanting to see, i'll be happy to keep him alive if that's what you truly wish for, but he just wouldn't be living. just now, i got a call to say he's having heart problems as we speak. my best worker is keeping him alive, but, as i said, alive does not mean he is truly living. i ask you to please reconsider and think about what jughead wants. i'll give you until tomorrow. i think it's time to say goodbye now, though." i am only frozen. everything racing through my brain, trying to process this all at once, its just not working. i have to see jughead though. i have to say goodbye for now, just incase. dr. miles escorts me out of his office, and im left alone, no company but my thoughts.

  honestly, i've already said what i've wanted to say to jughead. but i can't just leave. i have to sit with him until the end. that's how it's always been; always should've been. i walk to his room, it takes less time than i thought it would. strange, how the journey back is always shorter. maybe it's because you have to think about how your day has been, instead of waiting in anticipation for the day to start. i don't know. when troublesome times come i get all poetic and shit. its just who i am. at last, i reach his room, the plastic letters spelling out the name of the love of my life. i've missed him. i've been gone for maybe half an hour but i've missed him. then again, i've been gone longer than that. i'm only here now because i realised how much i've missed him. its strange, how, in suicide cases, people only come after it happens, only care after it happens; the thing is, when someone is alive, people don't notice you, but when you're dead, you stick out, because you're not like almost everyone else they know, you're dead. and they only care, only say, "if only i knew" to look good. because secretly, you did know, they did notice, they just didn't think you had the guts to end it all. i wish i could say i was like that, but i'm no different. i'm just like the rest, only here when it counts.

  inside his room is just as i left it; tissues everywhere, tacky "get well soon" cards and balloons, like he could see them anyways. i hate it. i hate being here but if he's here and not 6 feet under then i'll be happy. i have to be happy. for everyone. i walk over to his bed, placing my hand on his and cry my heart out. i cry until i can't cry, until i'm gasping for air, throat sore, eyes swollen, nose runny and heart heavy. i cry until i feel like there's enough tears to flood the sahara desert. i wish it was different, i really do, but its not. finally, i rub my eyes and look up. i walk over to jughead, whisper, "jughead jones, i love you" in his ear and approach the door. there's a sound behind me, "i love you too, betty cooper, but i was meant to say that before you". he's awake.

A/N: OKAY IM REALLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING 10k READS?!?!?! THANKS SO MYCH OKAY BYE I THINK THISLL END SOON COMMENT IF YOU WANT ANOTHWR BOOK OKAY BYEE BYEE