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

At the conference, Aaron couldn't concentrate. He was physically present but his mind was a million miles away. 


'Why did she refuse his money? Should he have even offered in the first place?' 


'Did she find him so appalling she would reject money from him, something he didn't even care much for?' 


It had been a kind gesture from him but she had downright rejected it, rejected him. 


That had been his way of apologizing for what he'd said to her on the plane, he hadn't known how else to have expressed he was sorry. 


"Şɧɛ ɧąŧɛŞ ყơų." It spoke. 


"ı ŧơٳɖ ყơų Şɧɛ'Ş ŧřơųცٳɛ." He ignored its voice. 


"Şɧɛ ɧąŧɛŞ ყơų, Şɧɛ ɧąŧɛŞ ყơų." It continued. 


"How can she hate me when she doesn't even know me?" He asked. 


"Şɧɛ'Ş ŋơŧ ıŋŧɛřɛŞŧɛɖ ıŋ ą ცřơҠɛŋ Ćřɛąŧųřɛ ٳıҠɛ ყơų. Şɧɛ'Ş ıŋŧơ ŧɧɛ ɠơơɖ ơŋɛŞ, ŧɧɛ ĆɧųřĆɧ ɠơıŋɠ Ҡıŋɖ." It mocked but he didn't care. 


Arrival—Day 1