from: lonewolf@hotmail.com
subject: you are not Casey Powell
to: buttercup@icloud.com
Dear Veronica,
You did not have a salad for lunch. Neither did you sit next to a girl who told you it was infected.
You actually ate junk food out of Reggie's plate, and I am not criticizing you! You are amazing. But you binged. And you were sitting next to Reggie, with Moose.
Then, you went at the bathroom for what felt like an eternity, so I went to check up on you, and I heard coughing.
When I opened the door you had two fingers down your throat.
That's called bulimia. Binging and purging and we can get you help, or you can talk to me, or someone else, whatever you want, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's dangerous.
And you are not Casey, but you have the same problem.
Love,
Jughead.
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emails | jeronica
Fanfictionit all started with a tumblr post. or when a raven haired princess and a serpent prince start exchanging emails without knowing who they are talking to. inspired by simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda, though it's not the same storyline. daily updates.
