Hurry up and wait, stop, turn around, look at your life. What's it all become? Are you happy? Is it too late to start over? Do you regret it all?
Of course you do. Regrets are the basis of life. You regret how little ice cream you've eaten, how much water you've retained, how hard you tried to make her love you.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, now wait. Think about it all. Could things have been easier? Could you have said I love you one last time? Could you have worn your hair a little neater?
Listen to the sound of waiting. Hurry amd hear the nothingness whoosh around you. Do you regret always waiting? I regret always waiting. I regret wasting so much time waiting. Now there's nothing to wait for. Words, they're gonna come. Split second, glance to the side, hear the world whoosh around you. See, taste, feel, hear, and smell the world one last time. Imagine the feel of your lover's hair. Curly, bushy, out of control, begging to be straightened. You waited for her to kiss you. You waited for her to love you. you waited and waited and waited. You left it all in her hands. You lost so many precious days waiting.... Now your days with her are gone, boy, young man, middle-aged man, old man, whatever it is you are. You're just like the rest of them, on this asembly line.
You've lived your life. You may think you have more to live, but you don't. Not long to live at all. All that will last of you is that red hair, those long gangly bones, and a memory, nothing more then a memory of a boy named Ron Weasley. And someday, some old chum of yours will lean back and wonder "Was he even real? Could it be my mind invented him?" That's what they'll say. They may be right, who knows if anything is real? Who can prove that yesterday happened? That the world hasn't just popped up, full of people with false memories, memories they can never prove happened. And you, boy with the red hair, will be just another memory. Just you wait and see.
Life is just waiting for death, isn't it old chum? Of course it is, Ron, you may not realize it, but it is. You were always waiting for something, to be greater then your brother perhaps? To be the best, to be in the spotlight. You've been waiting to have your name in the papers. That's one thing I can grant you. You will have your name in the papers. I guarentee it.
So now, you get what you're waiting for. To be the first of your brother to do something. You know you've wanted it all along, Ron. You've been waiting for it. I can grant you that wish, Ron.
"Avada Kadera" Abracadraba....
You'll be in the papers...in the obituary. The first of your brothers to die. You'll be a famous, Ron, all because of me. You'll be a poor murder victim. And when, after my waiting, they finally discover it was me...I'll just comment...I was making you'll wish come true. And they'll let me go, they will. Hurry up and wait. You don't have anything better to do with your... life. Life. Hurry up and wait. Just hurry up and wait.
Author's note...who was the narrator? You tell me.
Of course you do. Regrets are the basis of life. You regret how little ice cream you've eaten, how much water you've retained, how hard you tried to make her love you.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, now wait. Think about it all. Could things have been easier? Could you have said I love you one last time? Could you have worn your hair a little neater?
Listen to the sound of waiting. Hurry amd hear the nothingness whoosh around you. Do you regret always waiting? I regret always waiting. I regret wasting so much time waiting. Now there's nothing to wait for. Words, they're gonna come. Split second, glance to the side, hear the world whoosh around you. See, taste, feel, hear, and smell the world one last time. Imagine the feel of your lover's hair. Curly, bushy, out of control, begging to be straightened. You waited for her to kiss you. You waited for her to love you. you waited and waited and waited. You left it all in her hands. You lost so many precious days waiting.... Now your days with her are gone, boy, young man, middle-aged man, old man, whatever it is you are. You're just like the rest of them, on this asembly line.
You've lived your life. You may think you have more to live, but you don't. Not long to live at all. All that will last of you is that red hair, those long gangly bones, and a memory, nothing more then a memory of a boy named Ron Weasley. And someday, some old chum of yours will lean back and wonder "Was he even real? Could it be my mind invented him?" That's what they'll say. They may be right, who knows if anything is real? Who can prove that yesterday happened? That the world hasn't just popped up, full of people with false memories, memories they can never prove happened. And you, boy with the red hair, will be just another memory. Just you wait and see.
Life is just waiting for death, isn't it old chum? Of course it is, Ron, you may not realize it, but it is. You were always waiting for something, to be greater then your brother perhaps? To be the best, to be in the spotlight. You've been waiting to have your name in the papers. That's one thing I can grant you. You will have your name in the papers. I guarentee it.
So now, you get what you're waiting for. To be the first of your brother to do something. You know you've wanted it all along, Ron. You've been waiting for it. I can grant you that wish, Ron.
"Avada Kadera" Abracadraba....
You'll be in the papers...in the obituary. The first of your brothers to die. You'll be a famous, Ron, all because of me. You'll be a poor murder victim. And when, after my waiting, they finally discover it was me...I'll just comment...I was making you'll wish come true. And they'll let me go, they will. Hurry up and wait. You don't have anything better to do with your... life. Life. Hurry up and wait. Just hurry up and wait.
Author's note...who was the narrator? You tell me.