the second letter

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when jughead wrote a letter for archie, he didn't' expect a reply, he just wanted archie to know how he felt. but now he's sitting on the dark blue bench by sweetwater river at 1 am, about to read the reply he got.

he searches for it in his pocket, and when he takes it up, he feels a special feeling going through his body, he's not sure what it is, but he doesn't like it. that doesn't stop him from reading the letter though.

'jughead

although i hate to admit it, i've also been thinking about us, and i've done it a lot. and yes you're right, i am ashamed, and i'm sorry for being such a dick because of it. i'm sorry for hurting you, i promise i never meant to.

don't say you loved me and that you'd do anything for me as if i don't feel the same because i do feel the same. you were my everything and i wanted to make sure you understood that, and i did it for love, not for the intention of hurting you. i never wanted to leave it all behind, it just happened, you have to understand that.

and again, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry.

alos, i don't think i'll ever have the balls to give you this unless i'm really drunk or high, so if you're getting this letter, then i'm also sorry for being drunk, high, or both, i mean who knows.

PS: i'm sorry for your arm, i sometimes feel pressured into hating you.'

now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

jughead puts it back in his pocket and starts thinking about it. he doesn't believe archie. why would he write a letter and apologize to him if he's probably just gonna continue doing like this? and it's probably also just bullshit that he loved and cared about jughead. at least that's what he thinks.

jughead has his backpack with him, so he searches for his 'fuck you' notebook, and picks it up, along with a pencil.

he's not gonna write a letter, because he has no clue what it would say, instead, he just looks through it, then when he gets to a clear side he starts thinking of what to write down.

his mind is full of thoughts but he can't put words on them, so all we do is draw a broken heart and writes 'he's the prettiest boy at the party' under it.

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