The waiting can kill you. 

You make a decision and then the world has to turn. The consequences unfold, out of your hands. 

There's only one thing that seems clear in those quiet moments while you wait: whatever you choose, was wrong. 

We just wanna survive the storm. We pray, please God, just get me to the other side. 

We never imagine what it will be like when we get there. 

What if, when the storm passes, nothing's left? 

I always said I could handle anything. I was wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things.

But I was right about one thing

: I was right about this.