
❛ JUGHEAD , ❜ name called out in a frenzy , panic-stricken as body forcefully shoved through a sea of bypassing kids , thus earning several looks. pigment of the surface of skin a GHOSTLY LOOKING PALE , accompanied with a sheen of sweat dampening forehead. almost the second at spotting his infamous spiked cap , she quickly rounded the same corner and reached for wrist in order to gain attention. after whirling around so that they faced each other , sentences spilled out incoherently. stumbling breathlessly over each other as voice cracked on some words. moisture swam in deep brown orbs , of which were flecked with red from being bloodshot. ❛ jughead you’re right , okay? you’re right. there are PIECES MISSING from that day at sweetwater river because something was blocking them. i remember being there when the gunshot fired but i couldn’t remember seeing who shot jason. but now —— , i —- i think i remember what happened. i think i know what i did. ❜ @cinephiliac .