2 Prologue 2

Prologue 2

No! I won't allow it! No one will take my son away from me not even that fucking Narcolepsy!

*Please..Please..* God.

Was the words that Dr. Zeus kept on muttering to himself while kneeling in front of his son's bed.

It's been a week since Anton slept and Dr. Zeus was getting anxious.

*It's happening again. This is all my fault. My fault! I'm so stupid!*

Dr. Zeus looked at Anton's peaceful face and think that if anyone sees this they might think that he's just peacefully sleeping

but he knew better than to

think his child is just sleeping.

Because there is a 90 percent

chance that he will be sleeping

forever.

At first, it was only for a few minutes until it became a day and now days!

He sleep everywhere and worst he fell asleep on the street once. Thankfully it was near their house and he immediately noticed.

*What if I wasn't there?* Just the thought itself scared him what more if it happens?

I still have to pay for my sins, for my incompetence. I Need to.

I want to make him feel the feeling of having a father, I want him to feel loved, I want him to know how I regretted giving him up, How I spent my days in misery all because I was a coward. I still want to dote on him. I still want to love him more.

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After a year of mourning since his wife's death, he realized that the greatest gift his wife gave him was his son and so he went to the orphanage to take him back. Only to find out that the place was burned down and the children was sent to different orphanage in different cities.

He thought maybe it was his punishment. That it was the heaven's way of making him feel the pain of throwing away one's son. To make him regret it for the rest of his life.

It took him sixteen years to find him. He didn't want to overwhelmed the child so he pretended. Said that he was adopting him, said that he was going to give him a new home in which in a sense, true.

Two years. He lived with me for two years. As his adopted father.

I didn't know What hurts more. Being called adopted father or not being called a father at all.

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My God, if you are hearing me right now. I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me. I have sinned and I am repenting. Please wake my son up even just for a day, God..please..help me. I promise I would do anything. I will do everything.

For a year, that was always the content of his prayers.

Dr. Zeus looked at his sleeping son bitterly.

*Still no result.*

He went back to his lab with clenched fists and with fire in his eyes.

**If God can't wake my son, Then I will!** He vowed to himself.

**He will live!**