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They said there’d be consequences but they never said who has to deal with them
Patty’s crush on stan had existed as far back as she could remember. At first it had been like every other school girl crush. There were few jewish people in Derry, something the townsfolk rarely let her forget, and as such it was inevitable she’d run into the Rabbi’s son eventually. She’d always thought he was cute, but she’d never really thought much else of him until his bah mitzvah. Patty knew what it was like to be a loser– like every other kid in Derry that didn’t seem to fit in. His speech had been bold, and incredibly daring, a side of Stan she hadn’t thought existed. He’d always been quiet and awkward like her, and it gave her hope that maybe instead of being like her, she could be like him. Brave when she needed to be.
The way she felt around him made it impossible to say more than casual greetings to him at temple. Her hands would sweat, her knees would shake, and before she knew it she’d be stuttering gracelessly. He never seemed to look at her too funny for it, at least not after the first few times– Probably because someone was paying attention to him because of who he was, not because he was the Rabbi’s gawky son. She’d seen the way her parents, among other Jewish families would treat him. Polite, but ultimately uninterested.
Though she couldn’t remember when, awkward hellos and goodbyes had turned to casual conversations, and then eventually intimate conversations. They didn’t just talk at temple, and after that, and at school, and again after that. She spent whatever time she could with him, and when she wasn’t with him she was wishing she was. She’d write his name in her notebook with a heart around it, and she’d think of him whenever she listened to love songs. What she felt now was so much stronger than a school girl’s crush, and her feelings only intensified as they got closer.
The day Stan confessed his feelings was one of the best of her life, rivaled only with their other firsts. Stanley was one of the only pure, genuinely good things in her life, and the terrible place they called home, and when all of his friends left Derry, she knew she was the same for him. They were one another’s guiding light, the thing that gave them hope they’d eventually get out of Derry too. They were counting the days at this point. They’d been married over a year now, much to her parents vehement opposition. The only thing keeping them in Derry at this point was the lack of stability. Stan was making enough to afford rent and still put some aside for them, and now that Patty had Graduated she was looking for a job too. Unfortunately, it meant they rarely got to spend time together.
The days they did get to be together were always special, and he always tried so hard to make it happen. He’d taken a half day from work, enough time to come home and surprise her with a picnic. Derry was a heavily wooded area, and there were a lot of places the two of them had gone to be alone. He’d taken them to their most intimate spot. It was where he’d first kissed her, where he’d proposed. Though a picnic was hardly as big a deal as the events that had come before, the romantic in her was entirely pleased.
They’d already finished eating, but neither of them were ready to leave yet. Despite the constant need to swat away bugs, they were content to just lay there on the blue and yellow checked blanket. Her head was on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat was softly lulling her into a sense of comfort. Stan always had a way of making her feel at peace in the world. His words were soft, lips brushing against her dark hair as he spoke, “We should carve our name into this tree.” Moving only a little, she looked up at him to meet his eyes, “Isn’t that a bit Juvenile for us?” Patricia laughed softly, the irony of her statement not lost on her. They were young, and when they’d been even younger they’d carved their initials into the kissing bridge like other lovestruck couple in Derry. The irony wasn’t lost on Stan either, the breath of his laugh pushing a few strands of hair into her face, “Is it?” Pushing herself up on her elbow, she placed her other hand on his chest, “I guess not.”
Stan sat up with her, leaning over to the picnic basket and rummaging around through it. Neither of them kept a switchblade on them, but a cheese knife was just as sharp– even if they had bought it cheap. When he was on his feet, Patty joined him. He wrote his, the letters sharp and etched deeply into the bark, and when he’d finished with the plus he handed the knife to her. As she carved her name into the bark, she looked over to him catching that loving look on him that he always gave her. Turning back to the bark, she finished carving the Y into her name, pulling back after it was done. Stan put his arm around her, pulling her close to his body, and she rested her head against his shoulder with a contented sigh. Derry would always be a part of them, even after they’d been long gone, but they’d always be a part of Derry too.
Oh no… How sad