[ there will always be some insecurity nestled within her chest that others wouldn't help her without some sort of compensation in return, that there were no real genuine souls left in riverdale. but archie... she can remember seeing him through blurred hues, when the water had begun it's slow burn into her lungs, restricting tighter and tighter.
she remembers the blood that painted the ice, his arms around her once she was pulled into the crisp, wintry air on level ice. still, to this day, she doesn't know why he'd done that for her. why any of them had. ]
I could have given you a ride. It's freezing out, Archie.
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she remembers the blood that painted the ice, his arms around her once she was pulled into the crisp, wintry air on level ice. still, to this day, she doesn't know why he'd done that for her. why any of them had. ]
I could have given you a ride. It's freezing out, Archie.