IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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by ordinary-vixen

You stood in the center of Sweetwater, the snow burning the bottom of your bare feet. The wind whipped by your face, but you could only feel the pain from your cheek, remembering what happened an hour ago.

"How can you date him, (Y/N)? He isn't even that cute! Nor is he worth dating you!"

Archie stood in front of you, pointing to Reggie Mantle. Archie crashed your date with Reggie, proving the rumors of dating to be true. Reggie stood up from the table.

"Hey, I'm right here dude. And to be honest, I don't deserve to date her. But she's amazing and I-"

Archie shoved Reggie back into the booth of Pop's.

"Don't you fucking say it Mantle. C'mon (Y/N). You don't need to be here with him."

Archie grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the booth. Then, you felt your other arm get pulled in the other direction. Whipping your head around, you saw Reggie giving you a gentle look.

"Archie, let go."

You looked at him, panicked. He pulled you harder, crying out from them both tugging on your arms. Using your strength, you ripped your arm from Archie and then was hauled back into Reggie's arms. Archie stormed up to you and Reggie put you protectively behind him.

"Yo, man, let's talk about this. I don't wanna fight."

Archie stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Well, I do."

Archie raised his fist and went straight for Reggie's nose. His head bounced from his fist to the countertop of a table. Archie stood over him, bringing his hands down with fury. Reggie brought his hands up to hold him off, and you pulled on Archie's shoulders.

"Get... off him!"

Reggie shoved him off and Archie hit the back of a seat. As you saw Archie bring his hand up once more, you stood in front of the bleeding Reggie. Archie didn't have enough time to stop before hammering down on you. You fell to your knees and stared forward, too shocked to move.

The whole restaurant stopped to watch the scene unfold. It fell to a muted buzz and the world around you was halted. You looked up at Reggie and Archie, tears flooding from your eyes. You shakily stood, and stared at them. With a cautious step, you turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

And there you were, standing on cracked ice, looking down at the currents below your feet. It seemed peaceful. You always loved Sweetwater. As kids, you and Archie would swim everyday. Your hands were always pruney and you two wreaked of fresh water. The grit covered your hair in a thin layer.

As you felt the ice break, you heard yelling come from the other side of where you were perched. Turning slightly, you saw red and black hair in the front of the smaller group behind.

(Y/N), please come back! We can work this out."

You stood there, too shell shocked to move. And then the ice broke. You were initially in agony from the cold water, it chilled your bones with such pain it made you cry. But the tears were ripped from your eyes with the current, and you felt your lungs cave in. In an instant, your gut made you realize the fatal error you'd made.

As you tried swimming back to where you came in, the current whipped you farther, the light peaking through the ice became duller. The water turned darker and it slowly turned warmer and warmer, almost hot. You were burning up, and then it turned black.

You heard crunches of the snow and ice above you, but none of it mattered. The feeling was welcoming.

Then you felt rough hands pull you by your arms. And then a pressure on your chest.