In which two teens trying to escape their reality happen to meet in a bar in Greendale and find a fantasy within each other.
Lilith was raised by savages and expected to be one too, hell she was named after the demon of death and disease. It wasn't...
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Sweets wouldn't strike without reason, unlike me.
That following Monday despite a raging hangover I could manage to piece myself together and drive to school. It was raining today, something that didn't happen all too often but when it did I was miserable.
Rain reminded me of my mother. I used to cry when I was little because I'd want to go outside yet also didn't want to because I hated getting my clothes wet. My mother would force my boots into me and tell me that someone was so sad they were affecting the sky- that we had to go outside and stomp the tears away.
My mother habit of doing this still made me stomp around in any puddle I saw, as if I was helping someone not feel sad. As if I was stomping away their pain.
When I think about it, maybe it was just how sad she was. Pandora was beautiful and once an untamable young thing that all the boys chased, until she met a tall boy named Raphael.
Then before they knew it they had welcomed a boy into the world. Even before Malachi my father had addiction problems, my mother's forced sobriety due to her pregnancy had stuck unlike my father; who only spiraled.
Pandora was tamed then, forced by motherhood to stay with him. She had made a plan when Malachi turned two to leave my father only to find she was pregnant with me.
I had ruined her plans of escape then just as I had the night she died. I was the cause of most of my mother's suffering.
I pulled my bag tighter against me as the rain sprinkled across my hair and shoulders.
"Hey, Lilith." I turned my head to spot the lanky boy.
"Hello, Jones." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I continued on, I couldn't seem to stand him. Maybe it was because he had won against me in last years essay contest, maybe it was just because his face was so punchable.
"I was wondering now that we hang around the same people, if maybe you'd want to sit with me at lunch." I couldn't help but glance to the blue eyed boy, much like my own eyes.
I wanted to laugh and tell him no, that I'd never be caught with someone as ridiculously stupid as him. On the other hand sitting in the library was a dull normalcy that I wouldn't exactly mind to switch up.
"Sure, Jones." Jughead smiled big as he adjusted his gray beanie.
"That's great! I'll see you at lunch." I couldn't help but stare as he walked to his friends, the foursome. How did Jughead find it so easy to fit in with people who weren't like him? How did he survive being a Southsider here? How did Jughead Jones not hide himself away like I had?
A brush of a passer by knocked me back into my senses as he turned to look down on me.
"Sorry! I didn't see you there, Lilith." The brunette smiled as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder.
