[ betty is about as fresh off the boat as you can be. she's been here a few hours and has been wandering the city, feeling lost and overwhelmed and grieving for their home, thinking it might be lost if she can do what she can to save it. it feels like an impossible task, a burden she might not be able to shoulder. solving jason blossom's murder feels like childsplay compared to this.
suddenly, it feels less unlikely, knowing jughead was here.] Okay, I'm not going anywhere. [ she sits down on a bench near what seems to be a dance club, arms folding and unfolding over her chest, her eyes scanning the crowd. and when she sees him, she doesn't hesitate and making her way towards him.
and the moment she can, she pulls him into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes because god, she's so glad he's here.]
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suddenly, it feels less unlikely, knowing jughead was here.] Okay, I'm not going anywhere. [ she sits down on a bench near what seems to be a dance club, arms folding and unfolding over her chest, her eyes scanning the crowd. and when she sees him, she doesn't hesitate and making her way towards him.
and the moment she can, she pulls him into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes because god, she's so glad he's here.]