This is a story about a man, a billionaire who happened to find himself in a dark pit of despair.

Having suffered a traumatic past, he is both mentally and emotionally unstable but ironically keeps a facade of calm and never seems to be swayed by anything-well, with the exception of a certain someone.

He is plagued and tormented by a demon from childhood, caged in his own mind.

Being an atheist, he despises religion-especially Christianity. But as fate would have it, he is saved by the very thing he despised.

Bittersweet-this is the story of his transition out of the darkness into the light.
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Be still and know that he is God.

Bittersweet

~No one knows the mind of man, save the creator.~ 


It was Monday morning. Sarah was all dressed up ready for work, except for her hair. 


She was trying to style it to look a little bit presentable but so far, she was failing miserably. 


"Let me help you with that," Emily said with a chuckle. 


"Here, sit down." So she sat on the couch. 


"Wow, I've forgotten how soft your hair is. Remember when I used to make them little cornrows for you?" Sarah chuckled. 


"How can I forget? You truly have skilled hands sis." 


"Why thank you. You know, for that compliment, I'm gonna make your hair extra beautiful." 


 Less than ten minutes later she was through. 


"Here, take a look." Emily handed her a hand mirror. 


Sarah was amazed at the person staring back at her. She looked at Emily, mouth wide and then back at the mirror. 


'Wasn't her gaping mouth enough?' Sarah thought. 


Inner Workings