"There has to be something more than this, all the books, the movies... They all have a purpose. There has to be more than that. I know it." "Maybe there isn't though. Maybe this is all there is. Maybe all the tv shows and movies and books lied to us. Maybe we're meant to spend our lives in a never ending labyrinth, seeking answers but receiving only more questions. Perhaps some stars are meant to shine less brightly than others, some trees meant to die quicker and some sunsets meant to fade. Maybe there isn't something more. Or what if this is our something more and we're so obsessed with seeing something that's far grander and exciting that we're missing what's right in front of our eyes. Maybe we're missing out on our something more already," There is no maybe for Estelle. She knew she was missing out on her something more, but she could never figure out what that something more is. Maybe, it's too late for Estelle now.