midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost.  Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear.  So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there.  I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way.

Here comes the lady. Oh, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, 20And yet not fall. Too much honey is delicious, but it makes you sick to your stomach. Therefore, love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow

The sun was beginning to set a bit sooner, and the evening air seemed warmer. This was one of Betty's favorite times of the year. She and Jughead would make it a habit to spend every night curled up together in front of the television, watching one of their many go-to Halloween films.

This evening was not like other nights. The sun had long since fallen, and Betty was lighting her numerous candles in silence as she strolled around their little home. Of course, she chose Falling Leaves, Apple Cider, and Pumpkin Spice as her scents. In the kitchen, where Jughead sat, two enormous pumpkins were sitting on the counter, and a new bag was in the rubbish can. "What are your thoughts on this?" Betty snatched the remote control for the television and bartered it for the shorter knife.

Betty was the kind of person who would get quite laser-focused on her work. She immediately began carving into her pumpkin, starting with the stem and working her way around. She plunged her arm up to her elbow into the sticky orange inside. Started slicing the pumpkin frenziedly, sending pumpkin guts flying across the kitchen. The Corpse Bride was playing in the background, which served as a significant source of motivation for her intricately designed pumpkin. She went about things in a more conventional manner. The majority of the face was taken up by enormous triangular eyes, which were accompanied by a scowl that zigzagged horizontally over its breadth.