I know that my delicate frame will not last much longer out here, and I grip his hand tightly. The black hole was meant to protect us from the harshness of space because our bodies are formed from stardust and will dissipate in space. I can already feel the tug of weightlessness, whisking away the particles of my hair. Orion seems to notice too and his grip on my hand becomes tighter. I'm not afraid of it, however. Instead, I remember the words of my mother when she told me as a child that when my body began to fade, I would become a star in the constellation of my companion.
