"Hey dear, are you going to keep staring at the sky like that?"

Her voice rang out like a melody, snapping me out of my daze. I turned to her, and there she stood, her natural beauty breathtaking. It was the very beauty I had always dreamed of, the one I had crafted in my imagination, but now it was real, alive before me.

Her radiant laughter filled the air, like music harmonizing with the gentle breeze. I felt the soft scent of the dark green grass beneath me blending with the charm of her presence.

I gazed at her, mesmerized by a beauty that defied words. Every detail of her felt vivid and real, as if I were living an impossible dream. As I was lost in my awe, her playful voice interrupted my thoughts:

"You! The one playing with the grass... come here! I'll make you admire my beauty instead of just standing there like a fool!"

She took me by the hand, as if stealing me away from the world and returning me to my childhood. Together, we traversed the world, laughing, smiling, shining. It felt as though this dream was crafted just for us. Our laughter echoed through the vast expanse, as if we were the only ones alive.

We arrived in my village—yes, the very place where I had lived. Its natural beauty was unparalleled, with its trees, fresh air, and narrow paths bursting with life. We wandered through the markets, buying little things and laughing at every detail. Then, with her playful tone, she looked at me and said:

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"I know you're a fool... falling in love with me. But guess what? I'm a fool too—I’ve been enchanted by your words."

Her words were like a gentle breeze, simple yet profoundly meaningful. We sat together in a quiet corner, gazing at the sky and talking about everything and nothing. Suddenly, with innocent eyes, she looked at me and said:

"I want instant noodles!"

I couldn’t help but smile and agree. I left at once, searching for her request, and brought it back quickly. But when I returned, she was gone.

“Eilaf?”

I called out, my voice trembling.

“Eilaf! Eilaf!”

She was nowhere to be found. I searched every corner, but she had vanished. Then, I heard it—a scream. It was deafening, echoing in every direction, shaking me to my core.

"What’s happening? Eilaf! Where are you?!"

I woke up suddenly, gasping for air, my hands trembling as I searched for the pages of my story. I grabbed them, desperate to read what I had written, but the words were different.

"She’s been kidnapped?! How?!"

I stared at the pages, trying to make sense of it. I tried to erase the words, but they wouldn’t budge. I attempted to add new lines, to change the course of the story, but the pen wouldn’t move.

How? How can I bring her back? I sat there, reading the words I had written—words my hands had penned without thought or understanding. The truth stared back at me: she had been taken. By whom? It was Ammar.

Ammar, the antagonist I had created for the story, the one I wanted to stand against to add excitement and drama. I thought it would make me the hero, the one who saves her. But now, this wasn’t just a story anymore. Eilaf wasn’t a figment of my imagination, and I was no longer the hero I had envisioned. I was a nobody, powerless, with nothing to my name.

I sat lost in my thoughts, staring at the paper, my hands heavy with regret. The weight of my failure pressed down on me, suffocating. I whispered in a voice tinged with despair:

“What do I do? What do I do?”

But there was no answer. Only silence. The realization clawed at me—she was gone, and I had no idea how to fix it. Eilaf, the one who had brought my world to life, was now beyond my reach.

"I’m a failure... even her—I lost her."