God: The Merciless Writer of His Story

Aslan’s POV

He sat there in his study. Aslan was on his third bottle. He was not hurt, but the pain from all those years back was still bothering him. It was not the pain of losing her, but losing his father. No, he didn’t want him back, but no child expects this from his own parent. Aslan was hurting inside for all these years, and Elena was only poking everything inside him again. Not that he didn't trust her that she woul fall in Aslan's father's trap, but the mere thought of her being in the same house as him was making skin prick.

A tear fell from his eyes but he didn’t had the energy to wipe it off. Her face came to his memory. His heart went back to all those years. To Sarah. His Love.

The Past

Aslan was eight years old and was playing on the terrace with his nanny when a car arrived at the bungalow next door. Aslan picked up the ball and went closer to the edge of the balcony. The car door opened and a man came out. He opened the back door and someone stepped out. Aslan could