He tried, passing the Gillette blades from his wrists to his forearms, but they caught him just in time. Patty Uris 'saved' her husband's life. Or so she thought, Stanley wanted to back out of the game of returning to Derry, not only out of fear, but because he thought that if he went back everyone would die.

Again that was just him paranoia, as an old friend had told her, those blurry memories still echoed in her mind "you're an old man Stan!" "Take your pills grandpa!" her phrases, her madness, her strange laughter.

He was already at the entrance of the Chinese restaurant, he entered the reserved room where the others met, he hadn't changed at all, but the others, damn Ben looked great. There was only one chair left to fill, and it was your chair that was missing. Mike was already getting worried, but Richie was cool as a cucumber. "She will come, just wait for her, she will come."

Stanley wanted to appear disinterested, but his heart tightened with worry, he hoped that this crazy but cheerful woman would really arrive, after all, She was the only person who turned his world upside down, who took him out of his comfort zone and even though he wouldn't admit it, it di don't bother him as much as it should have.

But Richie's words seemed like a work of art, twenty minutes later you were standing in the doorway, you had changed very little, your hair longer, your features just a little more mature, but... You were still beautiful. Even if you were still only 1.5m tall.

He didn't let it show on his face, he was married for the love of God, but he married because he thought that woman had been the first love of his life: lies, it was you.

He still has that baseball cap you gave him when Patrick Hockstetter broke his cap. It was his treasure.

Things don't change, he became your center, he mocks you in less than three seconds, driving you crazy like you always did, and always will "Oh, how mature of you." Stan groaned.

In your perfect, simple, always calculated world, you came to make a mess.