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 ❛ JUGHEAD

   @dangeress​​ SAID : ‘ i don’t want to die alone, which i guess 
                       means i don’t want to die. ’
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Some part of that is inevitable.” He didn’t need to point that out. That death would come for them all, sooner or later, that that was an inescapable truth they would all realize. He couldn’t imagine anyone really wanted to die – mostly because the unknowing of what death was was scarier than almost anything in this life. He wasn’t afraid of it, but it didn’t mean he was running headfirst into it either. He had things to do first. And so did she – they were old for their age, perhaps, but still young in life. His father had always called him and old soul, and that was true to some extent, that Jughead Jones was wise beyond his years, had a sort of wisdom that came with experience, but then his short life had contained a lot more than some that were the same age. He’d packed years into months in his adolescence. He thought the same was true for Daphne.

People always say that, though.” Head tilted to the side, dark hair scattering across his forehead from beneath the lip of his hat, perched as usual on his head. Despite what Gladys had said, he’d never outgrown it. “That they don’t want to die alone. I’m more concerned about how it goes when I’m still alive.” Lips twisting in a secretive way, the expression was close to a smile, but didn’t exactly convey joy or humour. Still, green eyes were alight. “But Daph, I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.

A SOFTER WORLD STARTERS.

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              𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, glimmering with the light of disenchantment. How could a hopeless romantic and a cynic exist within the same body? Not well; Daphne could feel either side of herself tugging for control, persistent in tearing her apart, between hope and disillusionment. ❛ I don’t… know about that, Juggie. ❜ Something swooped down low in her stomach, nose-diving and scraping the bottom of her belly until it felt like there was no breath left for her to lose. She gulped something ❛ I’m just- so tired of opening up to people. So tired of explaining all my traumas to someone who probably won’t stick around. I want to LOVE and BE LOVED, but at- and don’t, ❜ she gulps an empty chuckle, ❛ don’t laugh- at what cost, Jughead? ❜

How to explain how heavy her heart felt? Like the weight of every love lost was gathered there. How MIRACULOUS it felt for her heart to keep pumping blood like this. She wondered, idly, how Fred was doing. If he MISSED her like she missed him. ❛ I’m sure you’re right it’s just… exhausting to think about. ❜

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