Today's is a short one but I think it's sweet. Enjoy!
Take 3
Light
Summary – Jughead reflects on Betty.
JPOV
To the world, Betty Cooper is golden and bright. She radiates an inner light and passion in everything she does. She is the girl next door; the perfect child, student, and friend. She carries herself with pride and grace, always striving and usually achieving perfection. I know better though. Betty Cooper is all of the things that people think she is but she's so much more than that. She's beauty personified. Like Aphrodite stuck down from above. There is a darkness swirling under the surface of her perfect exterior, one that few people see. I'm one of the lucky few. She bares her soul to me, day in and day out. A fragile, broken angel tinged in blackness dying to escape from within. The outer angel, the one the world sees, keeps the dark one at bay. Unfortunately, she usually does that by digging her nails into her palms so hard she draws blood. Her perfect porcelain hands marred with little crescent moon scars that she hides from the world. She lets me see them though, and for that I am grateful. I get to unfold her slender fingers and litter the soft, scarred skin with healing kisses. She always watches me do so with tears clouding her eyes before telling me that I'm perfect. Me, Jughead Jones III, perfect.
To the world, our relationship doesn't make sense. It's going nowhere; they're not for each other. Such a light wonderful girl will ruin her life if she becomes tainted by the likes of me. To Betty, I am not what others think. I am not broken. I am not an object to be fixed. I'm not someone's weekend project. I am the yang to her yin. I am shrouded in darkness with a light in my soul; her, basked in light with a nasty coil of black within. We balance each other, our darkness and light intertwining until we don't know where she ends and I begin. I smile down at her sleeping face, and brush my lips against her forehead. Her eyes flutter open and she smirks at me.
"Staring is rude," she murmurs, sleepily. I grin, feeling lovesick.
"It's hard not to stare when you meet an angel in person," I whisper, hating myself for being reduced to a pile of sap but loving Betty enough to accept it. She signs and kisses my bare shoulder, before cuddling closer to me and closing her eyes once more. The morning light streams through the crack between the curtains and paints her hair a golden halo on my pillow. I kiss her once more and join her in her afternoon nap.
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