Goodbye My Lover
One-shot
Knowing that he was going to die, doesn't make it hurt any less.
Nine months. They had known for nine months that his days were numbered, that he was going to die.
She watched, helplessly, as he grew weaker and weaker with each passing day. She took care of him when he could no longer take care of himself. She held him in her arms every single night, every night noticing how skinny he was getting with each passing day.
Then, one night, for the first time in nine long months, he wanted to hold her in his arms. Something they hadn't done since before he got sick.
She didn't object.
"Betty," Jughead said, his cracking with soreness of his throat. "I love you."
"I love you too, Juggie," Betty smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. "Always and forever."
They soon both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning he was gone.