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

~On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.~ 


As Aaron entered his house, he wasn't himself. He couldn't stop his hand from trembling, the same hand she had held. 


His breathing was ragged as he climbed the stairs that led upstairs to his room. 


He couldn't think, he felt disoriented, violated. The warmth he had felt when she touched him was indescribable but something inside of him resisted it. He'd felt the resistance and he knew what it was. 


It had almost torn his insides apart. As he unsteadily entered his room, he could feel it's oppressive presence. He sat on the carpet floor, his back against the wooden frame of his bed, his suit jacket and tie discarded to the side. 


He propped his hand on his raised knee and stared out unseeing through the glass doors in front of him overseeing the expanse of his mansion. 


"You were right, she is trouble." He said. 


"ყơų ŋɛɛɖ ŧơ ɠɛŧ řıɖ ơʄ ɧɛř." It seethed. 


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