"You've got to stop hurting yourself, baby."
Jughead knew you had trouble with hurting yourself. But he thought you stopped. He thought he had managed to stop you.
But you knew that stopping wasn't as simple as people thought. The pain.. was like a drug. And it was a better drug than love. And you hated it, you did, but you couldn't stop.
And you didn't stop either when Jughead found you. With the little razer between your fingers. He grabbed you and hold you close. You cried, knowing you let him down. But you also let yourself down.
"You've got to stop hurting yourself." he said after a while. He made you look up and sighed.
"I love you, (Y/N) and I know there's a way too stop this. But maybe I'm not the one to do it. Maybe we should talk to somebody."
You shook your head and bit your lip.
"Tell me what to do (Y/N).." he said sadly.
You smiled and shrugged.
"I'm trying my best. But I need to do this on my own, Jug. I need to."
And he agreed with you, but he knew deep down that wasn't the way. So half a year later you were talking to multiply doctors and trying to get better.
And you hated him for it. But you knew that in the end.. you'd love him for it.
