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

~Father, I have fought the good fight of faith.~ 


The mission was successful, they had been able to rescue over sixty people including children. 


Michael and Aaron were escorting the last batch to the safe zone up in the mountains when suddenly, there was an explosion. 


The bomb blew up right in front of their vehicles. 


Aaron looked behind them and saw armoured cars hot on their tail. 


The vehicles drew a huge trail of dust behind them as they raced on. 


The wide-open land was arid and desolate. 


"Let's go!" Aaron yelled the command and their vehicles which were five in total-three which conveyed the remaining people they'd rescued-moved around the crater made in the desert ground and made their way to the mountains. 


Aaron and Michael rode in separate vehicles. Theirs didn't contain people. 


Without warning, the armed rebels began to shoot at them. 


The rebels seemed to gain on them by the second. 


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