Without End

"When people die, do they become stars?" I asked him. His eyes still looking at the night sky dotted with shining stars when answered.

"I believe they do."

"Then, should I believe my parents are stars now?" His eyes widened at my question. He outspread his hands which were softly around my waist and removed me from the warm hug.

"Are you an orphan?" Not knowing what to say or do, I simply nodded. With that, he left me. Alone.