FROM BROS TO FÛCK BUDDIES (2)
The next day during lunch, I saw Ryan sitting alone at our usual spot by the quad. His tray of food sat untouched in front of him, and he kept poking at the rice with his fork like it might answer whatever was going on in his head.
I sat down beside him and watched him for a moment.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
He didn’t look up. He just sighed and said, "I miss Zoey."
I stared at him for a second. "It hasn’t even been a day."
"I know..." he said, and then he finally looked up at me. His eyes were tired. "Still."
I didn’t say anything more. He looked like he was about to break, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if he’d make it the full two weeks without her. I could feel how bad it already was for him, and it had barely started.
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