“I’m just getting really tired of it. I don’t want to work there all my life, you know?” she said. She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes flicking down at the pills in the bottle for a second before she looked up at him. “Okay,” she said easily, though she didn’t look as though she was fully convinced. “Still having problems from the accident or…?”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” he agreed. He really didn’t think she had to worry about that; she’d find something better than a Macy’s. Of course she would. He continued the motion of dumping out a pill onto his palm and closing the bottle, and then dropped it back into the drawer, shaking his head. “Just working too hard,” he excused with a sigh. “Body’s not used to it anymore.” That, at least, was true, though it was really unlike Ryan to kill himself for something like basketball. He’d been especially driven lately, with how out of shape he’d gotten recently, but he knew basketball wasn’t his future. It was other people that didn’t seem to know that.
(Source: rymarshall)
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