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12/26/2022 01:01 PM 

Side Effects Part 2.

serpent juliet ♔ betty cooper

Side Effects Part 2.
You get the rush While I rush to save you Fill up your cup While mine's empty trying to change you You're smoking me out 'til I'm on my last breath I'll give 'til I got nothing left You get the high I get the side effects

I hate that I'm so damn attached The prescription to all of your issues When your heart gets racing too fast You're calling and I can't refuse It's toxic, it's costing all my energy If I didn't love you, you'd be my worst enemy
"You're smoking me out 'til I'm on my last breath."
There was a fire here that could not be extinguished or kept under control despite her best efforts. Instead, she found herself plunging headfirst into the flames, ignoring every warning sign and a red flag that told her to turn and run the other way, which left her unprepared for what she would find at the center of the blaze. Even now, when scorn stared back at her from heated eyes and venom poured from his lips, Betty's intuition had never served her well; it wasn't enough to send her off with her tail between her legs when it was to her best advantage to do so. The fact that she persisted in staying in the apartment despite it being abundantly evident that she was no longer wanted there served simply to add gasoline to the fire already raging across from her.

You. After leveling the charge at her, he continued to attack her with harsh and icy words. The accusation weighed heavily in the air. "I am not attempting to make you seem like anybody else!" It was the first sign that her wide eyes were beginning to equal the intensity that he was displaying in his. "I never have." Even after all these years, the words that haunted her continued to follow her:

"Betty, I'm not one of your projects!"

Even now, after all these years, they were again in the same perilous waters, and she was still the one at fault at the center of it all. For such a long time, Betty had fought the losing battle of trying to prove to him that she wanted nothing more of him than precisely who he was. However, since that night in Archie's garage, there had always been a part of her that knew that once spoken, the weight of words once out in the open could never really be redacted. Once spoken, the importance of words out in the open could never be redacted.

"So this is what you're telling me? Where did the policy of complete transparency go, according to which, no matter what occurred, we could still communicate with one another? What happened to all that honesty, Jughead!? When I come here, I have nothing but the utmost integrity, yet instead, I am crucified! I thought I wasn't your problem anymore?" Her voice became more high-pitched as the intensity of her own assault of feelings increased. Betty was having trouble understanding them herself, but she felt she was beyond this point. She believed that they had grown apart as individuals but in their own unique ways.

His subsequent remarks had her speechless, her eyes shimmering with the impending risk of tears as she took a visceral step back from him, her head bent back as if she were bracing herself for a physical assault as he closed the gap that separated them. "I don't want you to be broken; if I had wanted you to be, would I have worked so hard to put the parts back together for as long as I did?!!" Her fury had subsided, but she had developed a far more profound sense of melancholy as her voice began to quiver. "I had hoped that we'd both be able to be civil with each other..." She bungled her sentences while silently berating herself for her inadequacies with language.

"I would never want for your life to be filled with unhappiness." The hands seemed to be reaching out to him as if she were brave enough to attempt to touch him, but they immediately folded in on themselves as she withdrew herself. It had been little more than instinct, old bad habits that didn't appear to be the only trick up her sleeve that hadn't perished with the blunders they made when they were younger.
I'll give 'til I got nothing left,

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