Who Is The Winner?

Elena’s POV

When Elena woke up the next morning, her eyelids were heavy and swollen, because she had barely slept. Aslan’s face was all she could see. She had tried hard to drift into an unending unconsciousness but would it not be a betrayal to Aslan? Her dying without apologizing to him?

She sighed and got up from the bed. She did her business and stayed in her room because she didn’t want to encounter Derek. After a while, a maid came with a tray. There were all sorts of breakfast items on it. Was she hungry? She had no idea, because all she could feel was an acute pain in her chest. The pain of losing the man who loved her and she lost him because of her stubbornness.

Now that she was confined, she could really understand the meaning of freedom. Sometimes, someone’s arms around you can be your sky where you can fly without any wings. Aslan's arms were those skies. But it was too late.

She didn’t touch the food and sat beside the window. The lush green lawns were now fading as wint