“Every storm runs out of rain,” Guy says.
I blink at him. “What?”
“Scarlett’s Granny told me that once, and it’s true. Piper loves you. It will work out.”
“How do you know?”
He shrugs. “It always does.”
“What if she never forgives me? I don’t know how to go on without her.”
“Maybe you should try to learn how to go on with you. You’re a good person, Oliver, even if you don’t always believe it. You’ll get through this. We’re your friends. We’ll be here for you no matter what. Don’t give up hope.”
Carson sniffs. “That was so beautiful.”
Hope. Another thing that reminds me of Piper.
Her words float back to me, from what was basically our first date even if neither of us realized it at the time: “Hope is what keeps you from giving up. It’s being bruised and battered and torn and going on anyway.”
I can choose hope because I choose Piper. I’m not going to lose her. I’m going to prove that she can trust me with her heart and that we’re both worthy of love.
It’s a terrifying thought, but I know Piper. She’s scared too. We can be scared together.
“How do we feel about Julia Roberts’s movies?” Carson asks.
I lean back in the chair, shutting my eyes. Well, things can’t possibly get any worse.