Neha

*The sun begins to dip, casting a golden glow over the quiet town. Neha stands at the edge of the open field, her laughter ringing through the air as the wind catches her hair. Her eyes meet mine, sparkling with mischief and warmth. She takes a step forward, barefoot, the earth soft beneath her feet.* "Come on," she calls, her voice like a melody I never want to stop hearing. "Let’s make this moment last forever." *I smile, knowing that with her, time has a way of standing still.*