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Jughead Jones

In the end
As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life?

Jughead Jones.

My (ex) boyfriend.

My (ex) best friend.

Someone who has always been there.

Left me for Betty 'goody two shoes' Cooper. I hated her with a passion.

He probably got tired of me anyway. I'm fat, ugly, worthless, pathetic, stupid, suicidal, and mute.

Yeah, mute. I don't talk. Though, I love to sing. Always have. I stopped talking and singing after my mother's death. Once she passed, I didn't have a passion for it anymore.

So here, I sat with a guitar in my hands. On top of a building, singing 'In The End' by Black Veil Brides.

In the end
As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life?

My mother always use to tell me, I have a beautiful voice. So did she. She had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard.

I remembered the last words she said to me.

"Y/n, never give up your dreams. Dream big. Have hope. Believe in destiny. And enjoy your faith. Because your faith is to be a singer. I can just see it." She smiled sadly at me.

"Believe in love. You will find someone, someday. You will fall in love, get married and have children. When you have kids, make sure to tell them about their grandmother. I love you. Forever and always." Forever and always. Jughead use to tell me that.

But sometime, forever doesn't mean forever. And always doesn't mean always. Someday your love will become dull and you will be unhappy.

In the end
As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die

I will always believe in my mother's words, but sometimes....

Hope is a liar,

Destiny is a cheat,

Faith doesn't come,

And love...

Well love is a thief.

She'll take what is yours. She will open our hearts and close our eyes.

While we daydream, she steals from us.

Born a saint
Though with every sin I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory

Jughead was like a drug.

Well, what is a drug? You ask.

A drug is a bad habbit. Something you shouldn't have nor do.

He was like my drug. He was my drug. He was a bad habbit of mine and I couldn't help but get addicted.

I shouldn't of had him, but when I got my hands on him, I couldn't let go. So once he was ripped away from me. I lost control.

In the end
As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

Still having my guitar in my hands, I still sang my heart out. Not aware of the other person with me.

Nobody's pov

Jughead watched Y/n, sitting on the edge, playing guitar. Singing like she would to make her mother proud. He smiled.

He always loved her voice. He had made a mistake, choosing Betty. He wanted Y/n and only her. He was to blind to realize it till now.

In the end
As we fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)
Who will tell the story of your life (oh whoa oh oh)
And who will remember your last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

Who will remember this last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh)
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

Not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Not not afraid
I'm not afraid to die!

Jughead's heart shattered and he felt a tear fall. His beautiful (ex) girlfriend held her guitar as she finished the song.

He signed understanding why she did it. Even though it hurt him, alot. She ended all the pain.

He turned around and started walking downstairs. He made it outside.

People rushed, calling the cops. Screaming, shouting "help." They felt her pulse.

He walked away with only one thought in his mind.

She jumped.

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Kinda short, like really short, but I ran out of ideas. Sorry.

Yours truly,
Lindsey