“You wait for the sun to come up.” “What?” Avoiding his gaze, I hop down from the barrier. Gravel kicks up from under my shoes, and I dust off my shorts before turning to face Will. I take in those deep blue eyes as familiar as they are strange to me, and I tell him, “The sun will always rise again.” I shrug. “You just need to make it through the night. Take it day by day—moment by moment if you need to—until you reach the other side. Nothing lasts forever.”
