**The wind hit her skin, the flowers swaying as the sun began its descent. Silence hung in the air between the two. The boy was standing next to her, tears brimming his eyes.**

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**“How long has it been?” she began, another silence followed before he commented.**

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**“Atleast 2 years, but I didn’t think your vision would happen so quickly.” **

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**Two years since the pair had begun their adventure, two years since a Oracle had predicted her death. One year since he had fallen in love with her. Vowing to cure her rare disease and change fates plan.**

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**“We came so close,” he managed to choke out,“Why couldn’t I stop it?”**

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**She smiled, sitting down in the grass. The flowers brushed her legs as she folded them beneath her. “Guess fate couldn’t be stopped.”**

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**His hands turned to fists and the tears began to fall. Silence following them again, though it didn’t feel peaceful to him.**

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**His heart felt fragile, almost as if it would stop at any minute. Though he was not the one about to die. Meanwhile she just sat there, almost content.**

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**Anger began to boil along with the aching feeling. He couldn’t find the words without venom dripping from his mouth.**

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**“I wonder where I’ll go,” she mumbled, absently staring at the sky. **

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**He retorted back with more anger than intended, “What does it matter? You’ll still be leaving here.”**

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**She laughed nodding at his comment. She had accepted her death long ago, it was his anger that made her the most sad.**

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**He sat down beside her, his warmth almost comforting against the cold wind. The picture of her deathbed of flowers she saw so long ago coming into view.**

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**“I did try you know,” he whispered as she laid down. Breathing in the sweet scent of flowers.**

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**“I know.” she replied.**

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**Not much else was said between the two. As her life slowly slipped away in the silence of that peaceful meadow. **

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**Not much could be said about their feelings, not without writing a whole book. For describing the loss of someone you love, something a part of you.**

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**‘It’s Ineffable.’ he thought.**