Sometimes I wonder,Do people really become stars when they die?Lighting up the night sky with brightness that they radiate,Giving hope to those in need of it.Do they?I had been carrying that belief ever since I was a child,Believing with all my heart,That amidst the cluster of stars that reside the sky,There lay someone, someone I love,Watching over me, securing me.It wasn’t that long,Until reality hit me hard,When the realisation came, they came by the words of another,“Stars die too, you know.”And with those words,My world, my cosmos faded from my life.Leaving me alone,Seeing those cluster of stars,Disappear. ForewordCredits to Ziaco from the Cyanide Shop for making this lovely poster. Thank you.Dedicated to all Golden Child fans, and others who are still in the process of loving these eleven idiots.Enjoy.