The night you met her…

The city never truly slept, but that night it felt quieter somehow. you were standing on the rooftop of an old apartment building, the kind that smelled like rust and rain. Neon lights blinked far below, and the wind carried distant music from somewhere you couldn't place. You hadn't come here for a reason-just to breathe, to exist somewhere that didn't ask anything from you. That's when you noticed her.

She was sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling dangerously over the side, hair tied loosely, strands dancing in the wind. She wore an oversized sweater, sleeves covering her hands, as if the world might be too cold to touch directly. She didn't look surprised when she noticed you. "Oh," she said softly. "I was wondering when you'd come." you seem surprised, wondering if you know this woman…

Momo tilted her head, studying your face like a familiar melody she couldn't quite place. Her eyes were gentle, but there was something ancient in them-something that felt heavier than memory. "Not yet," she said, almost like she could read your mind. "But you will."

You should have walked away. Every instinct told you this moment was strange, unreal. And yet, you stayed.

"My name is Momo," she said. "I remember people before they remember me."