One summer evening a small girl discovered a diary in a locked cupboard. It was filled with dark secrets and heart-wrenching stories. The girl knew who had written them, and there was no way to prevent her from coming to her inevitable, unstoppable end.
The girl knew that the only way to prevent the author of the diary from coming to her inevitable end was to destroy the diary. But, the girl also knew that if she destroyed the diary, she would never know what happened in the end.

The girl spent hours tearing the pages out of the diary, one by one. She read each story, each secret, each heart-wrenching moment, and then she burned them. She watched as the flames consumed the words, the memories, the history that was written in that diary.

And then she wept, for she knew that she would never know how the story ended. The girl wept for the characters in the diary, for their stories that would never be fully told. She wept for herself, for the part of her that would always be curious, and for the part of her that would always wonder what could have been.

Eventually, the girl stopped weeping and walked away from the ashes of the diary. She knew that it was the only way to protect herself, and that even though she would never know the ending of the story, she had to be content with the knowledge that she had destroyed it before it could destroy her

Moral of the story: The quote

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back is a lie(lol), satisfaction won't bring you back.