Mind, Body & Soul.
She can’t remember much from the day.
And from the sounds of the murmured whispers between her parents and the doctors, it was probably a good thing.
She heard varying comments; “she’s lucky to be alive,” “she needs to be prepared for comments and remarks from people for the rest of her life,” “I’m not sure if she’ll get another job,” “I would suggest consulting with a plastic surgeon,”
It was the same discussion over and over and over again, until one day something inside Betty just snapped, like a hair tie that’s gone around one too many times.
“I CAN HEAR YOU! My hearing is just fine!” She screamed.
There was suddenly a commotion around her, she sighed.
“Can everyone just leave me alone, please?” She could feel Alice’s hand on her arm.
Betty may have temporarily lost her sight, but in the short time she couldn’t utilize her eyes, all of her other senses had increased tenfold.
“Mum, please. Leave me alone.” Betty was practically begging her at this stage.
“Okay, sweetie. But if you need-”
“Anything? If I need anything? I beed my sight back! I need everyone to stop talking about me like I’m completely deformed! And if you’re going to talk about me like that, make it so I’m not within damn earshot!” Betty hadn’t realized she had raised her voice that much, until she heard the familiar clearing of a certain throat.
“Hello, Jughead,” she heard Alice say, “she’s all yours. I’m going to go home and shower.”
“Sure thing, Mrs C.” He responded.
Betty could hear his combat boots getting closer.
“Hey, Betts,” he sat down on the edge of her bed, “how are you today?”
“I’m still obviously ugly and deformed, Jughead. As everyone keeps saying,” she couldn’t stop the sudden release of tears falling down her face.
She felt him turn around, “Betty, you’re not deformed, and you’re certainly not ugly. Who said that?”
“Everyone, Juggie. Everyone keeps saying I need to see a plastic surgeon, I’ll never get a job, people will stare at me in public,” she started shaking, “what happens when you don’t want me or love me anymore?”
“What?” Jughead couldn’t even hide the shock in his voice, “hang on, repeat that.”
“You heard me, Jug. It won’t be long before you probably can’t look at me anymore. You won’t go out with me anymore. Because people are just going to stare,” she sighed, “and it’s okay, I understand.”
“What are you even talking about, Betty?” He hated that he couldn’t fully see her, or she couldn’t see him. He hated that she couldn’t see the pain on his face at hearing those words fall from her mouth.
“I’m ugly. I’m deformed. I won’t look like perfect Betty Cooper anymore.” She sounded so frank about it.
“Is that what you think? I’m with you for your looks?” Jughead was perplexed. How could she even think like this?
“We should probably just end this now. It’ll save us more heartbreak down the road. Like, a bandaid.” She nodded, “yep, exactly like a bandaid.”
“Betty, no. You’re not breaking up with me,” he reached over and gently touched the uncovered part of her face, “I can’t believe you actually think I’m just with you for your looks. I don’t care what you look like. I love YOU, Betty Cooper. All of you. Mind, body and soul.”
Before she could argue with him anymore about why HE loved HER, he leant over and gently kissed her mouth.
Jughead saw the way she suddenly relaxed.
“Betts, I’m serious. I love you, with every ounce of my being. Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever change that. I’ve loved you for so so long, and I’m planning on loving you for the remainder of my existence on this planet. If you’ll have me, of course.”
Jughead could feel his heart thundering in his chest.
He sat there for a few moments, before realizing she had fallen asleep. He laughed, “convenient, Betty. Trying to break up with me, get me to confess my undying and unwavering love for you, and you fall asleep.” He once again, leant over and gently kissed her lips, “I’ll see you soon, my love.” And he left the room.
“I love you too, Jughead Jones,” Betty replied softly, falling asleep with a small smile on her face.