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I frown “I’m sorry”

We start back through the park, and after a few minutes of silence I ask, “Are you happy?”

“Yeah,” he answers i he’s not

“I don’tmy hands wildly like that will help drive ho there—architecture, does it make you happy?”

A shadow passes over his face “Yes,” he answers, but it sounds robotic, and I don’t believe him for a second

It was onlythat makes me happy, yet I can tell this doesn’t make him happy

Are we all fools to think there really is such a thing as true happiness in this world?

Or are we all destined to live a lie spun of our own delusions?

I walk off the field, sweat beading on e ball was bad but it has nothing on the pros It’s absolutely grueling and yet, I love it

My practice schedulefor my dad difficult but not impossible I know my life would be

a hell of a lot easier if I would tell him and quit so I could focus on football coht noant to keep this tothere’s a lot of people out there who know I’m on the team—and this ise coach and teammates all know—all except Cade I know Cade won’t understand when I tell him—which I will, I’ll tell theive h, I conveniently forget that I married his sister—yeah, after he finds out about that and coupled with this … I ht lose my best friend

A sharp pang pierces my chest as I head for the showers

I reets pissed—which he will—he’s a pretty chill guy and he’ll eventually come around Unfortunately, I’ll probably have to let him punch me before he feels better

I finish oodbyes to a few of the guys, and head out I’et home and tumble face first into bed

I yawn as I head toover my shoulder