Keeping the Old - Ch. 6
“From his ears, only the breathing of two was beating rhythm into the quiet. His hand gripping tightly around Jughead’s sleeve moved to latch onto Betty’s wrist that was lying flat over the denim jacket’s left chest pocket. Her hand re-positioned and grasped around his own, holding him still, telling him to wait, telling him to hope.”
(Enjoy the pain! <3 and a big thanks to @raptorlily for screaming at me with every draft to this chapter!!)
Chapter 6: With Bated Breath
He wasn’t breathing.
Yet somehow he was finding the air to scream out.