*Early that same morning.*
Aaron sat alone in his kitchen helping himself to a mango flavoured ice cream—he'd recently just learnt that was her favourite ice cream flavour.
He didn't really like it but because she did, he ate it all. He pushed the empty cup aside.
He heard a knock on the door.
'That must be Tom.' He thought.
He went over to the door to open it, already fully dressed for work but then his cell rang in his pocket. He stopped to pick the call.
"Hello?" He spoke in his usual tone.
"Mr Snow, we have terrible news." Aaron's brows furrowed slightly, otherwise, there was no other reaction on his face.
"Who is this?" He asked calmly.
"I'm Detective Peters. Regrettably, there's been a plane crash."
"It was an aeroplane on its way to London, the same plane your sister was in."
There was a pause.
"It crashed in the early hours of this morning."
Aaron was impossibly still.
When he didn't reply, the detective continued.
"My deepest condolence Mr Snow. There's still an ongoing investigation about the-"
Aaron hung up.
He made his way upstairs into his room.
He heard a deep chuckle as he entered. He looked up and there it was, standing in the middle of his room, red eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the room. It moved closer to where Aaron stood.
"ŧŞҠ, ŧŞҠ, ŧŞҠ. ɖơŋ'ŧ ყơų ٳơơҠ mıŞɛřąცٳɛ." Aaron was numb at the moment, the shock of his sister's death was yet to set in.
His mind was still having trouble comprehending the current situation.
"What do you want?" He asked in his usual tone.
It smiled and moved closer.
"ąŞ ơʄ ŧɧıŞ mơmɛŋŧ, ყơų'۷ɛ ცɛɛŋ Ćųřɛɖ ơʄ ყơųř ɖıŞɛąŞɛ. ყơų'۷ɛ ცɛen ɠı۷ɛŋ mơřɛ ŧımɛ קɛř ყơųř řɛզųɛŞŧ."
Aaron's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"ŋơɯ ıŧ'Ş ŧımɛ ʄơř ყơų ŧơ ɧơٳɖ ųק ყơųř ɛŋɖ ơʄ ŧɧɛ ɖɛąٳ."
"Not until I'm sure I'm perfectly healed." He stated. The demon grinned.
"ąřɛ ყơų ŞųɠɠɛŞŧıŋɠ ŧɧɛ mąŞŧɛř ٳıɛŞ?"
"I honestly don't care what you think I'm suggesting." Its eyes narrowed to slits, it growled.
"ყơų ıŋŞơٳɛŋŧ ʄ-" It stopped short and smiled sardonically.
"ı ɧɛąřɖ ąცơųŧ ყơųř ŞıŞŧɛř, ŧřųٳყ ŧřąɠıĆ." Aaron's eyes snapped up to it.
"What did you say?" His voice was so quiet, it was barely audible.
"ɧɛř ɛҳĆřųĆıąŧıŋɠ ɖɛąŧɧ mųŞŧ ცɛ mıŋɖ řɛŋɖıŋɠ ʄơř ყơų."
Aaron's eyes widened.
Snippets of the conversation he had with the detective began surfacing.
'...regrettably, there's been a plane crash.'
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Bittersweet
SpiritualThis 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 an...
