Third person

A dark haired boy stands by her grave, a red rose in between his hands. His eyes -once bright blue- are now tinted with red. He shed a lot of tears in the past two days. The love of his life just left him.

It took him too long to realize how much she meant to him. When he finally realized her importance, she was ripped from him, as quickly as a bullet. In fact, it was a bullet that killed her.

Valentina Adams. A beautiful daughter, sister and friend. She will be forever missed by everyone who crossed paths with her. The girl's joy and charming looks were unforgettable, instantly affecting the people around her. No one was imune to her perfection.

What Jughead knows for sure is that Valentina was far from perfect. And he also knows the man who killed the woman he loved is going to pay for what he did.

He -Jughead Jones- will find the hooded man and make him pay. Yes, he will do that. And he knows his friends agree with him, all of them willing to help and give Valentina some peace.

His hands twirl the rose around, like he doesn't want to leave. Betty and Veronica have already left, the funeral becoming too unbearable after Valentina's brother gave his speech. The words "injustice" and "murder" were featured, and Viktor's angered face gave place to a deeply wounded one.

She is going to be missed by everyone. From her group of friends to her family, from the little girl she met last week while grocery shopping to her father -the man she never had a chance to meet. He was good enough to attend his daughter's funeral, walking side by side with his other daughter. Both sported a broken look in their eyes.

Even they are going to miss Valentina, and they didn't even get to meet her. That's how powerful her presence was. She managed to capture everyone in her little bubble of perfection.

Jughead is going to miss her with all his heart.

Releasing the rose, he sends it down towards her grave, his eyes blinded by the sadness his heart is feeling.

"I love you."

Words he wishes he had whispers sooner, to the girl that took his breath away until she herself took her last breath.

Valentina Adams was - and still is- a beautiful rose. Jughead Jones wishes he hadn't wasted so many years being frenemies with her.

Why couldn't he be happy with her? Why did she have to leave him so soon?

Jughead starts crying, as the crown around Valentina's casket starts to disappear. He's the only one left standing by her side, snow covering every inch of the cemetery. He knows it's alright to cry. Crying is the natural response to pain.

Crying is also the natural response to a broken heart.

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Again, I'm so sorry! I really hope you enjoyed this story, I certainly did! Also, I want to thank you for sticking with me while I wrote this. I know I stopped updating for a few months but I managed to finish this! Yay for me!
Thank you! Love you all!