serpent ♔ juliet

Her concealer's vital sign was not functioning as advertised because her mother only made two remarks about the bags under her eyes. She was exhausted about Polly and concerned about it. How was she just twenty-five and so emotionally drained already? She had left her life to return to Riverdale, and for what? To watch even more of the four of them assassinate themselves?

And they were worried that they would be more likely to succeed than the first time. Betty missed going to sleep and lay in bed. The peaceful serenity of hours of being oblivious at a time, her unwavering conviction that in the morning everything will look far better. That time would have started to heal all her wounds. This was a lie. Everywhere throughout her body, there were raw wounds, and no one was paying attention. For years, it was just that way. She'd smile and tell them everything was perfect. And they would trust her. The girl next door was asked by nobody, the girl who did everything for everybody and fell apart in the end.

It was isolated, she thought, sitting in a group of people she used to know better than anyone else, telling herself that she no longer knew them at all. It made Betty ache for what it was like being sixteen again to see Veronica laugh and Archie grinning at her and Veronica.  She wanted to curled into a booth at Pop's next to Jughead, not at a table between Archie and Kevin and Toni, wondered what happened to her life.