Bittersweet

Unsure

~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.

"I can't." He replied.

"ɯɧყ ŋơŧ?" It growled.

"ąřɛ ყơų ɠɛŧŧıŋɠ ąŧŧąĆɧɛɖ ŧơ ŧɧɛ ɧųmąŋ?"

"No." He said.

"ɠơơɖ, ʄơř ɧɛř ơɯŋ ɠơơɖ ყơų ცɛŧŧɛř ŋơŧ." Its eyes reduced to slits.

"ơř Şɧɛ ɯıٳٳ ɖıɛ." It said.

"You can't kill her." He said.

"ɯɧąŧ ɖıɖ ყơų Şąყ?" He looked at it straight in the eye.

"You can't touch her so don't bother trying, she's not like the others."

"ơŋɛ ɖąყ Şɧɛ ɯıٳٳ ɖıɛ ąŋɖ ıŧ ɯıٳٳ ცɛ ყơųř ʄąųٳŧ." It growled.

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'Early this morning, an eight-point earthquake hit the city of New York. The unexpected event took the lives of no less than six thousand people including women and children. And the number only kept rising as the hour passed by.' The newscaster went on.

'The earthquake had been completely unexpected and the religious sectors are saying these are signs of the end times. Well, one thing we know for sure, the people of New York will never forget this dreadful day.'

Sarah switched off the TV, her spirit down. The footage of the city square she had seen destroyed and still ablaze flashed in her mind.

Early that morning she'd wanted to visit a shop nearby but she'd had stomach upset and that was why she hadn't been able to go and had stayed home all day.

"It really is the end of days." She whispered to herself.

"What was that?" She heard Judy ask from beside her on the couch. She was eternally grateful that Judy was ok, she had been with her all morning.

She'd called Noah, her hands trembling all the while. She was thankful he was ok too, safely in his home.

They had felt the tremors so strongly she had been afraid the roof would come crashing down on them. All the while she'd kept on praying.

She sighed.

"How's Emily and the kids?" Judy asked.