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I tended to sneak out a lot less these days than I had when I first arrived in Darrow. For the most part I slept better, I felt more comfortable, and I wasn't as jumpy as I had once been, but every so often I still grew restless at night. I wanted to run through fields and stretch my legs. I wanted to swim with mermaids and fight pirates, my dagger slashing through the air. I didn't want to go back to the Island, not ever, but sometimes I wanted to be that boy again.

It wasn't possible in Darrow, but I still knew I needed to get out. I texted Beverly, asking if she'd want to meet me, because right from the start, she had been the one I escaped with. We had snuck out together, wandering the streets late at night, and it still felt right, that she be the one I go with when I felt like this.

I slipped out with ease, though not before I folded a note into Eddie's hand so he knew where I had gone if he woke up and found me missing.

Even with spring approaching, the night was cool and refreshing, and I exhaled deeply once I was outside on the street. Immediately I began to feel better, and I walked slowly, taking care to stretch my arms and legs as I went, wandering toward Beverly's apartment to meet her.

I didn't know what we might do, but I assumed we would find something.

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It is, in a strange, roundabout way, part of why Beverly has been so quick to sympathize with Richie. She would have understood anyway, or she thinks she would, especially having a bit more distance from the situation than Eddie does. But she has secrets of her own, things she's similarly kept bottled up and felt unable to tell anyone, and she could never hold the same against him. She gets it. The way things were in Derry, of course he struggled with it. Of course, even here, he couldn't talk about it.

"That makes sense," she says, nodding. She's pretty sure Jamie has mentioned Sally before, but he hasn't told her this. "And Eddie, you know, he was freaking out when he told me he liked boys. It was fine, but I think he was scared like Richie was scared." Though she has no doubt that Jamie has been told as much already, she thinks it's worth elaborating anyway. "The way things were in Derry... The way people acted about things like that, it was awful. So different from here. It's hard not to take that to heart."

I nodded, even though I knew I couldn't entirely understand it. Having been only eight when Peter took me from London, my life was something different, something that meant I hadn't experienced many of the things other people had been through. It didn't mean I was without compassion for them all the same, but my understanding was just different.

"It'll get easier with time," I said. It was what everyone else kept saying, but it was valid. It was true. Time would pass and Richie would see no one was angry with him, no one hated him.

It was just difficult to wait in the meantime. I missed him.

"Yeah, it will," Beverly agrees, trying to remind herself of that as much as anything else. Sooner or later, Richie will have to see that no one is mad at him or thinks less of him for any of this. If anything is weird about it, it's just because they didn't know, and even that is totally understandable, at least for her. They'll all get used to it. She doesn't want to let herself consider any other possibilities. With everything they've been through, it just wouldn't be right for something that ultimately isn't that consequential to do any lasting damage.

"He has to get it eventually. That none of us are going anywhere."

There's too much else that's wrong already, too much she can't get out of her head. The idea of any further strain between her friends on top of everything else is just too much.

"I may have cornered him the other day and asked why he wasn't talking to me," I admitted, knowing it hadn't been my finest hour. I had been frustrated, though, and sad. It had felt like the only thing to do, confront the situation head on and deal with the consequences and while I thought Richie had heard me, I wasn't sure it had really done any good.

I had tried, though. He had to see that.

"I was coming into the room and he was there already and I just blurted out that I was tired of not talking to him," I said. "I was tired of him avoiding me. Which he denied."

"Yeah, we all know that's exactly what he's doing," Beverly says, huffing out a laugh with little humor behind it. Even that, she sort of gets. He must have expected people to react a certain way, and kept a distance to try to prevent that from happening, or to try to wait out some of the weirdness while really only making it weirder. It just sucks, feeling like everything is fragmented, just one more way in which everything has felt so upended and unsteady lately.

"Maybe it'll be good, though. For him to have heard from you that things don't have to be so weird. However it happened."

"I hope so," I said as we crossed the boardwalk. I paused at the edge and leaned on the railing, looking out toward the water. "It isn't as if he's trying to break me and Eddie up. I don't know why I would have any reason to be mad otherwise."

I'd liked other people before. At first, I had even liked Beverly a little. Her hair had stunned me, looking like fire, and she'd been so nice to me. Funny and kind. But things changed, I understood that. I wished Richie could see it, too.

"I think Stan is mad because Richie didn't tell him," Beverly says, and something cold twists in her gut at that, a familiar feeling of dread. Her own secrets feel so much worse. With that being the case, she could never have begrudged Richie his. Though she's not sure exactly what went down with Stan and Richie, she's felt that fracture, too, and it's been hard not to draw further in on herself as a result of it. There's so much she hasn't said, and in the face of all of this, she doesn't know how she ever could.

"I just wish things were normal. It feels like they haven't been in ages."

I wanted to say it wasn't fair for Stan to be angry with Richie for that, but I also knew it wasn't fair for me to try and tell someone how to feel. If he was angry, then he was angry, even if I couldn't really understand why.

"Sometimes people think they have to keep secrets, though," I said instead. "To protect themselves. It isn't because they don't trust their friends."

I heaved a sigh, then looked at Beverly and said, "I wish that, too."

Hearing Jamie say that, Beverly can't help but feel a little grateful, though she tries not to let it show. Even if he would understand, even if he wouldn't hold it against her, she isn't ready to admit that she's keeping plenty of secrets of her own, never mind what they are. Besides, she has a feeling that if she let even one thing out, all the rest would come spilling out of her, too. She can't let that happen. She can't put that burden on her friends when they've all had their own shit to be dealing with/

"Yeah," she agrees quietly. "I'm sure that's what it was with Richie. I mean, no one has a problem with Eddie, or with you. There's no reason we would with him."

She sighs in turn. "I guess we just have to wait it out."