I wrote this just to emphasize the importance of secondhand smoke.
If you don't know what secondhand smoke is, it's basically a smoker smoking around a non-smoker and the non-smoker breathing in those toxic fumes, which can raise a chance of cancer by 20%-30%
I'm also trying 1st person view in this.
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What was I going to tell him? I drove down the highway. How was I going to tell the love of my life that I have lung cancer? I felt my vision becoming blurry as I thought about it. I didn't smoke, but my dad did, he would smoke at least three cigarettes around me 24/7. I made my way to the Jones's trailer and parked my car. I breathed deeply before I made my way to his door. I again took a deep breath before knocking on the door, Jughead answered, thank God, "Oh, hey Betts, what's up?" He asked softly as his face became more concerned, "Betty, what's wrong you look tired." I broke down and hugged him tightly, before sobbing.
"I have cancer, Juggy." I hugged him tighter and sobbed. His expression was panicked, I knew it.
"W-What? H- how?" He stammered. His arms snaked around my figure and hugged me even tighter.
"M- my dad- a - and h- his s- smok- ing." I choked out.
"Oh, baby." His forehead was settled on top of my head. His hands made their way up to my cheeks and pushed my head up to face him. The pads of his thumb swiped away tears as he looked down at me with love clouding his eyes, along with tears. His lips were pushed gently onto my forehead, "It's going to be okay, you'll survive, promise me, Betty." Our gaze latched together again as I looked up at him.
"You know I can't promise you that." She cried, his thumbs pushed away some tears, but couldn't catch them all.
"At least try, Betts." He put his forehead on mine.
"I promise." I mumbled and kissed him.
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5 months later
Jughead's hand caressed my hairless head as we lay on his bed in the trailer. "My head's cold." I quietly mumbled before I feel the soft material of Jughead's beanie on my head. I look up at him smiling and he pecked my lips quickly.
"Thanks for keeping your promise, Betts." He smiled down at her. Betty's chemotherapy had been going good, there was still a chance of death though, but they ignored that.
"Betty Cooper, keeps her promises, especially if she promises the love of her life something." Betty started laughing when she realized at how cheesy that was.
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3 years later
"Betts, I just want to get down to the point here." Jughead looked at me and I smiled.
"What's up, Jones."
"I- I want you to marry me betty." I was taken back by the sudden question. "I don't have a ring or a fancy speech, but I love you so Smith Betty Cooper, I love you more than I love myself. I love you more than writing, I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to call you my wife." He looked at me with his hands over mine.
"Oh, Juggy." I moved forward and fell into him. "I'll marry you, I will." I kissed him with love. Not knowing what the next day was going to be like.
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"Juggy! I'm basically cancer free!" I fell into his arms in a tight hug. Jughead spun me around.
"Really?" I pulled my head away from his shoulder and kissed him.
"Yep." He spun me around once more and we both laughed.
"I'm winning for now."
I'm too lazy to proofread, sorry for spelling mistakes.
