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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Betty's POV

Malachai knew what he had done and ran away, dropping the gun.

I looked over at Jughead, seeing nothing but blood.

"Betty!" Jughead yells, running to my aid. He puts pressure on the side that is bleeding. "Hey, look at me, you need to stay strong, okay? I'll get my dad to get the car—"

"Jughead stop! We don't have time."

"What do you mean we don't have time?! Listen to me, you promised you weren't gonna leave me! Goddamnit, Betty! I never got to take you on a real date, you need to stay alive for that."

"Jughead, I'm dying," I sob.

"No... you're not."

I whimper scooting closet to him. "I love you."

"No, I'm not saying it back. You are not dying!!" His tears drip onto my face. "You never got to graduate, a couple more months, that's all. Then, we can start talking about things. Like, marriage and kids. You want that, right?"

"Jughead–" I cut my self off with a struggled sound.

"I'm going to gets Sweetpea—"

"No, youre not!" I say, yanking him down with all the strength I have. "Look at me." I tell him.

He looking around frantically, which is only being interrupted with the occasional hiccup from crying so much.

"Look at me."

He does.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," i begin singing.

"No, Betty!"

"You make me happy when skies are gray. You-you'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

"Betty, you aren't dying!"

I whimper from pain. "The other night, dear, while I was sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke I was mistaken. Please don't take my sunshine away."

"Please stop," he sobs. "Please don't go. I need you. Jellybean needs you!"

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll ne-ver know, dear, h-how much... I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

He continues sobbing, trying to find a way to help me.

"Calm down, Jones. It's okay."

"No, it's fucking not! This is all my fault—"

"Hey! No, it's not. You did noth-ing wrong. But listen, you're still young, go live a good life."

"Shut up, Betts! You're..."

"Saying I'm not doesn't change the fact that I am. Calm down, okay? I love you."

"I'm not saying it back, Betty. Cause if I do, i have to admit that you're dying, and I can't—"

"Please."