Taken- A Bughead Fanific

Chapter 25: Cold and Alone.

He felt what was left of him gradually be spilled over the cold cement of the road as he slowed to a stop. The chill of the air and the innocent balls of white delicately fell on his face. Jughead closed his eyes to think. If only he could just think. He sat frustrated on the side of the road, his motorcycle left unconsolidated on the frozen-solid greenery. Jughead folded his hands together, trying to muster up any leftover warmth he had. He then sucked a deep, bitter breath in and dared to re-open his journal. Suddenly, he was scared at the inscriptions he wrote. He flipped through the pages. Was it really him who sketched these things? Or was it another, darker person. He didn't know. Jughead felt he didn't know anything anymore.

And with that, he forced himself back on his bike and sped down the winding road to Penny. Maybe, it would be his final destination. Maybe, it would be the last time he would ever ride his bike. Maybe, that was the last time he would see Betty's face. And he had to live with it.

And Jughead Jones had it in his mind he would have to die with it, too.