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05/09/2021 11:32 PM 

everytime.

serpent juliet
everytime
When relaxed in her Quantico cubicle, she pays for the bottle of wine in triplicate, the light of the fluorescents exacerbating the dull pain behind her left eye. The extra coffee just makes her need to get up more often to use the restroom, giving her a break from the mind-numbing study of bank documents. Betty had always realized that her time with Charles in high school was not an ordinary FBI experience. Even though the agent in charge was a suspect himself, the amount of deskwork makes her wish she had followed a few of her more obnoxious classmates to Wall Street. It will be the same amount of nonsense, but with a monetary gain.

Not that Betty's efforts are unrewarding, but her contributions to this mortgage fraud case would not provide her with the same level of satisfaction as when she and Jughead worked on a case together in high school. She's been field-trained, has a service arm, and is well-versed with many of the government's interrogation techniques—but she doesn't use any of them in her daily life. Betty spends the next few days with her thoughts ping-ponging between financial statements and the bitterness in Jughead's voice in the message, thanks to the paperwork allowing her mind to wander too much.

It swirls with the crack in his voice that resurfaces in her dreams, leaving her more tired in the morning than she was before going to bed. The week drags on, and even Friday doesn't offer her much comfort because when she returns home, she finds a padded envelope on her floral welcome mat. When walking through the door and trying to tear open the box, she takes off her shoes and wrestles with her bag and blazer. When Betty falls asleep on the sofa, Toffee wakes up, irritated by the noise, but she remains seated in her armchair.

When she touches the book jacket, it shines, smooth and shiny. She runs her thumb up and down the spine, unable to contain her pride at seeing his name printed on a physical book. Not in a million years would she have wanted Jughead to publish under his given name; she suspects the Jughead she met would not, but Betty is unfamiliar with this version of Jughead. Betty smiles a little when she sees Jughead's author photo on the back flap—dressed in a tweed coat and glasses, he looks every bit the academic cliche, and Betty knows that any version of him would have loved and despised that fact. There isn't much in the way of a bio: Forsythe is a graduate student at the Iowa Writers' Workshop in Iowa City. Betty is grateful because she believes that learning more about his life will bring her deeper into a downward spiral. She has no way of knowing if he still enjoys working in journalism, if he follows a local crime, if he has a significant other, or even whether he has a dog.

Toffee eventually joins her on the sofa, her face pressed against the book's corner. Betty opens the front cover with a tremor in her hand and feels the pleasing crackle of the spine's glue stretching. The words on his voicemail had persuaded her not to read it, but now that it's arrived, she can't resist.
They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so (Yuh, yuh) I keep giving people blank stares (Yeah) I'm so different when you're not there (Yuh) It's like something out of Shakespeare Because I'm really not here when you're not there

I've tried to fight our energy But everytime I think I'm free (Yeah) You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

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