If you're gone.

He wrote he could make the enire world wait.

As if I had put a voice to his words, they ring in my head. Over and over and over again. They haunt me, like everything else that happened today. Like my regret for not having been there. They haunt me. I suppose that's just why my head's spinning - so fast, like a top.

Never you. That's what he said, he could make the entire world wait. Never you.