jamais vu [ʒa.mɛ.vy]
never seen.
refers to the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but nonetheless seems very unfamiliar.
↬ This piece of fiction was previously called ROSE || Jughead Jones.
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Everyone stared at me as I walked through the hallway. Cheryl needed to go and meet Riverdale Vixens, she didn't wanted to go but I said I would be okay.
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Apparently I was wrong. I continued walking down the hall as I tried to ignore the whispers.
She doesn't even remember her own brother.
Look at her, coming to school like nothing has happened.
Maybe she killed Jason.
Jason.
Jason.
Jason.
I started running towards the door and threw myself outside. I couldn't do it. Why couldn't I remember Jason? I slowly sat on the ground outside the school, tears streaming down my face.
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I suddenly felt someone's hands, pulling me towards them. Hugging me firmly. I didn't care who it was, I just sat there crying, letting them hug me.
I felt safe in those arms, I don't know why. I can't explain. Just the smell of vanilla and coffee made me feel safe.
••• I walked into Pop's to see Archie sitting in our booth. I said hello to Pop Tate and started walking towards him.
"Hey, Arch." I said as I sat down. I closed my eyes. He laughed before talking. I opened my eyes to look at him.
"What are you doing Rose?" he asked still laughing a little bit. I looked around as I breathed in the beautiful smell.
"Don't you loved it in here?" I asked smiling. "The smell of vanilla and coffee. It makes me happy, that why I love this diner so much." I continued.
