The ghost of the past haunts her thoughts late at night. Its memories linger through the sounds of nothingness and emptiness. The clock ticks, yes, but every tick creates a deeper hole that overthinking fills. There's no comparison but a will to know more about empty lines and torn up pages of their stories. I wouldn't say it's curiosity, but it's the eagerness to know everything to help ease your thoughts. You want to understand their pain and you want to make everything better. But can you? Will the eagerness to know lead to more tears at night and a headache? Will the eagerness lead to complicating the situation? Will the eagerness to know worth risking losing someone you love? Is it worth bringing up? But what if you continue to fall into an abyss of wanting answers? I want to understand her.