Nothing Else Matters

Nothing else mattered as the young man still as stone craddled his lover in his arms as gently as he could. She was dieing and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked to the blue vast sky as his mind drifted off to a happier place one without such pain.
It was One year ago in late spring, Flowers were bright and alive, trees swayed in the cool breez and their green leaves granted shade to the young man who layed beneath one of them the bright sun casting little golden rays down into the canopy of trees. It was there the young man slept it was there he dreamt and it was there were Adam met Eve.