Christian Achestan's Point Of View.
"Christian, how would you know when you are in love?" Melissa asked, while her voice was soft yet filled with a kind of innocent curiosity that tugged at my heart. She sat across from me on the grass, while her legs were tucked beneath her, looking like she was made of sunlight and laughter. Her dark hair framed her angelic face in soft waves, and her eyes sparkled with that playful mischief she always had when she wanted to tease me.
I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by her question. I leaned back, propping myself up on my hands, feeling the warmth of the ground beneath me. "Why are you so random, babe?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but I was genuinely curious. Melissa had a way of throwing these deep questions at me out of nowhere. Her lips
