Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter, silly.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow you will makes things right. Tomorrow you will apologize. Tomorrow you finally tell her you love her. You will always have tomorrow, right? She'll be there tomorrow. She was always there.
You told your sister this once. You told her that tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow was the day you'd make things right, you'll apologize and you'll tell her those words that had flooded your mind every time you saw her. Your sister asked that question that you hadn't bothered asking yourself.
"What if she isn't there tomorrow?"
You laugh.
"She's always there, Gin. She'll be there tomorrow."
So tomorrow is here but something comes up. You fight. Too much work. Meetings. So you say to yourself,
"Don't you worry. You always have tomorrow."
So tomorrow comes, but you just don't have the time. She's busy too. You say to yourself,
"She'll be there tomorrow."
So tomorrow comes, and everything is right. Nothing can get in your way. You head to Harry's flat and when you are there, you instantly know that something's wrong.
"She's dead, Ron. Hermione's dead," he says and you can feel your face lose color and your head is spinning.
It was tomorrow. The day had come. And she wasn't there.
Because sometimes you don't have tomorrow to make things right. Sometimes you don't have tomorrow to apologize.
Sometimes you don't have tomorrow to tell her you love her.