Unsure
"I didn't expect you to love me the way I am. I expected you to want me to change – to be good enough but you didn't." He stopped to look at her and it hurt to just know.
To know that he wasn't who she's supposed to be with.
To know that he can't give her anything more than blank verses and written off stories.
To know that he's just not good enough.
It hurt because it was the truth. They just didn't belong to each other. She was way out of his league and he knew it. She probably knows that too.
"I'm afraid that one day you'll see that I'm not good enough for you." He breathes out, avoiding eye contact. He couldn't take himself to look at her any longer.
She cups his face in her hands; the contact warm and soothing. He could feel her warmth and it is so goddamned hard to resist. "Juggie." Her voice coaxes him to look. To stare.
He was a writer. And no words could ever explain this.
He wanted to tell her to leave him.
He wanted to tell her to find someone better. To run back to a familiar red head.
He wanted to tell her to be with Archie because then they would have the perfect life.
The perfect American family.
He didn't deserve her and he knew it.
He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Betty captured his lips. It was light and swift. Not anything too deep but he loved it. He closed his eyes, enthralled by the way her pink lips made him feel. They were the same lips that speaks his nickname – a nickname reserved for her and only her. They were the same lips that calms him down and makes him feel okay.
She pulled away, sighing. The sigh didn't sound tired at all. If Jughead was being honest, it sounded a little love sick.
"I love you. All of you."
His heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to sound like a literary sap but it was true. It did.
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