I think many of us, maybe the entire town, had been hoping against hope that somehow Jason Blossom hadn't drowned on July 4th.
That we'd come to school Monday morning, and there Jason would be.
Or that we'd see him and Chery in a booth at Pop's.
But that was before the undeniable, irrévocable fact of his bloated, water-logged body, a corpse with a bullet hole in it's forehead, and terrible secrets that could only be revealed by the cold, steel blade of the coroner's autopsy scalpel, or the telltale beating of a guilty heart.
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Killing Butterflies
FanfictionHow will Vincent lodge survive the emotional rollercoaster that is Riverdale, what mysteries and shadows that lurk in every side of the town, and this shadow unleashes to terrorize the town because of the events that happened on the 4th of july.
