If I Could ; a Jeronica Story

If you Love Someone

I speed off on my Motorcycle, not sure where I am headed to just like the rest of myself. My heart, my soul, my lust. Everything is leading in different directions and I'm lost on to whom I should follow. I know I hurt Veronica, we've hurt each other so many times that it's just not going to work out. She loves me, I love her. But we can't be together, we must not.

I'm not good for, hell Sweetpea isn't even good for her, nobody will ever be good enough for her. Shes too perfect for this world, for anybody. That's why I have to leave her, so that I don't mess up her life the way I do with everyone else's as well as my own. She'll always hold a special spot in my heart, nobody will ever fill my heart the way she did. She's irreplaceable, every aspect of her is irreplaceable.

I pull up near a run down bus station, tickets here should be cheap enough. I park my bike at front so that I can keep an eye on it, out here I'm assuming it could easily get stolen within seconds even though it's daylight. I step inside of the small building, it appears as though this place hasn't had a decent clean in some time. Dust decorates each and every seat, staining the red leather a rather brown shade. My eyes draw to a middle aged lady, running the front desk. Her hair is bright orange, a bob cut framing her slightly creased face. She slides her glasses up onto her eyes as I approach the desk.

"When would the next bus be getting here, do you know?" I lean on the desk with my arms, she scoffs at my question

"Of course I know, I work here kid, in which area are you heading to"

I take a large gulp before speaking "Anywhere, just somewhere far of Riverdale"

"Sephodale it is" she stamps a ticket and hands it to me, I pass her some small notes as requested on a sign above the desk.

There's still half an hour before the bus arrives, I have time to kill and this lobby is not the slightest bit appealing. I think for a bit when I come to a thought, I can't just leave Riverdale. They'll come looking for me, even file a Missing Person Report. If I tell just one person the news will soon spread, that'll keep everyone off of my case. I do recall a seeing a Phone Booth in front of the station, near where my bike is parked.

I leave the building and sure enough there sits a phone booth. I insert a few coins and then dial a number with the dodgy machine, it resists as I press the digits but I eventually succeed. The phone rings for some time before it is answered.

"Veronica Lodge speaking, who would this be" I can hear the tone of sadness in her voice, I remind myself that this is best for her.

"Veronica, I'm leaving town for a while" I gulp as I spit out the words "I'm not sure how long, but it won't be too soon"

"Jughead? Come on Please don't do this, I need you I'm sorry for rushing things I shouldn't have pushed you into such an awkward situation" her voice cracks as she holds back her tears "Come home... Please Jug"

Home. She insisted that was my home. I'll never forget that.

"People always said If you Love Someone, you'll Let them go" I laugh slightly to fight back my tears "That was always such Bullshit - until I found you, I've let you go so many times because I love you"

"Jughead please come home, I love you no matter what"

"Goodbye Veronica, I love you" My voice cracks as I mention her name, I hang the phone up onto the machine. I really do love Veronica, which is why I have to let her go, so she can live her life the way she should.

Dust stirs up behind me, a warm breeze washing over me. I turn around to see a bus that looks like it could break down at any second. To new beginnings. I'll miss you Riverdale, until I return again.