My lamp lit up my dim room as the night was dark. Jughead was holding me in his arms under the covers as I layed on his chest, matching the pattern of his breath to mine. He ran his fingers through my hair as I rubbed my thumb against his S t-shirt.
"God Betts I was so scared." I looked up at him.
He was looking at the ceiling, lost in thought. "The thought of loosing you," "hey Juggie, I'm right here and I'm beside you. You saved me." I cupped his cheek and caressed it with my thumb. "I know but..."
I looked at him curious. "I love you." He said softly but with confidence and sincerity. My eyes watered, but in a good way. I relized the only thing that kept me sane and going was Jughead, the only thing that made my heart flutter in my chest, and my world light up when they walk in a room was Jughead. I smiled. "I love you too Jughead." He looked at me, his eyes lit in the dim light. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, a long and deep one.
"And I know what you've been through was truamatizing, I don't want you to feel rushed into anything and I know I will have to give you time before we esculate things. And I'm willing to wait, for you. Whenever your ready or feel comfortable." I smiled and nodded. I planted another kiss on his lips and laid back in his chest as he played with my hair. The feeling of his chest going up and down comforted me in a way I couldn't describe. I felt safe. I felt home.
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The Dark World
Fanfiction⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️MENTIONS OF SUCIDE⚠️ ⚠️MENTIONS OF SELF HARM⚠️ Betty Cooper was the perfect girl next door. She had the perfect family, the perfect friends, the perfect looks, the perfect parents and the perfect life. She was a A+ student...
