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19 “A Humble Demeanor”
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The Tale Not Old As Time 20 “Meeting Chaos”
Twenty Chaos smiled widely before letting her know, “They are absolutely divine. The pastry is flaky and buttery, and the filling is a perfect blend of creamy cheese and savory herbs.” He spoke slowly, but not too slow, but he spoke with care and consideration for her. “They are the perfect bite-sized treat to tantalize your taste buds.”As Chaos spoke, he gestured towards the tray of mini quiches, his eyes sparkling with excitement and care. He then pointed to one of the quiches for Florence to see. “Just look at that golden brown crust,” he said, “It is simply irresistible. Do you want to take a bite, miss?”Florence stared at mini quiches on the tray. “The filling is so flavorful,” He continued while smiling at her, “and the balance of saltiness and sweetness is just perfect. I highly recommend trying one.” He held out the tray to Florence, urging her to take one. “Trust me, you will not be disappointed.” He reassured her with a confident smile before adding, “For allergens, it h
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Twenty-OneThe day was bathed in bright sunlight, casting a warm glow over the attendees as everyone had doubted this wedding, but it was still happening after all. The women were elegantly dressed in long gowns, while the men exuded sophistication in their tailored suits and ties. The overall atmosphere was one of refinement and opulence.As the church doors swung open, Florence stood at the entrance, her presence captivating the attention of the photographers and wedding guests. She was a vision in a breathtaking wedding gown adorned with a flowing train and a stunning veil embellished with hand-sewn Swarovski crystals. At the end of the aisle, her soon-to-be husband awaited her with anticipation, but his anticipation was because of the fame that he was going to get.Florence was the epitome of bridal beauty, captivating the attention of every wedding guest. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, while her makeup was flawlessly applied. Both her hair and makeup were the work of ski
Last Updated : 2024-11-06The Tale Not Old As Time 22 “Purely Transactional”
Twenty-TwoAlmost a year had passed since their contractual marriage, Florence and Heath continued to reside under the same roof, yet their lives remained largely separate. Florence occupied her own bedroom which was downstairs in his flat, while Heath slept in his private quarters which was on the second floor. Despite their shared living space, their relationship was far from intimate. Their relationship is devoid of intimacy and affection. Heath would leave for work each day, returning home without acknowledging Florence’s presence. Their living arrangement was purely transactional, lacking any genuine emotional connection. They barely even talk with each other. While Heath was focused on his career and social standing, Florence was dedicated to her studies and maintaining their household. Their lives intersected only in the most basic and superficial ways, as they share a living space but rarely engage in meaningful conversation or interaction.Their coexistence was a purely prac
Last Updated : 2024-11-07The Tale Not Old As Time 23 “The Email”
Twenty-Three“Chaos.” She muttered as she stared and scrutinized at the calling card intently before adding, “Who would name themselves as Chaos in a calling card? It is like a walking mass of destruction.” Her gaze lingered on the phone number printed on the calling card. Despite her hesitation, she decided to contact the person named Chaos using the provided email address.She grabbed her outdated laptop and began typing her email:From: florenceemry@gmail.comTo: eosb_zchaos@gmail.comSubject: Permission To Conduct Interview For College ProjectTo Whom It May Concern,I hope this email finds you well.My name is Florence Emry and I am a senior journalism student at the Abbey Springfield University. I found it absolutely absurd but I found your calling card in my phone case and I have no idea how long it has been in there but I just found it earlier so I am reaching out to you respectfully. I am currently working on a research project for my journalism class, and I would be honored
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 24 “Luxury”
Twenty-FourThe whole space was filled with custom-made furniture, each piece a work of art in itself and expensive as it had been there since his father’s time as previous CEO of this entire company. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface littered with stacks of documents and high-end electronic gadgets. Behind the desk, a floor-to-ceiling window offered a stunning panoramic view of the city. The blinds were often drawn, shrouding the office in a sense of privacy and exclusivity whenever he needed to.The office was also filled with personal touches that reflected Chaos’ interests and personality. Furnished bookshelves lined the walls, filled with a diverse collection of literature which he loved reading. A large, ornate clock adorned the wall, ticking away the hours with a sense of timeless elegance. A few pieces of modern art were scattered throughout the room, adding a touch of contemporary flair to the traditional decor. Overall, his office was a re
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Twenty-Five From: florenceemry@gmail.com To: eosb_zchaos@gmail.com Subject: Permission To Conduct Interview For College ProjectThank you so much for your prompt reply and for agreeing to an interview. I am truly grateful for your willingness to share your insights and experiences. I am available for an interview at one o’clock today. I am looking forward to the opportunity to speak with you and gain valuable knowledge from your expertise.Thank you again for your time and consideration.Respectfully, Florence EmryFlorence was completely unaware that she was communicating with the CEO of the renowned Empire of Spencer & Battenkurt. Chaos was diligently clearing his schedule to accommodate her interview for the rest of his afternoon even if it was packed with meetings for the new investors and so on, but he was going to clear them all for her. He knew that it was her and had been eagerly anticipating this moment for nearly a year, and here it was. It was actually happening now. H
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Twenty-SixFlorence pulled out her earphones and her faulty ancient mini iPod shuffle that got from a bargain after it was on sale due to it being a bit defective, trying to calm herself as she was still sitting in the waiting area of the whole glorious and grandeur global corporation. Even though she was partially deaf on her right ear, she made sure she maintained a low volume to ease the pain and discomfort from the loud volume. Though she was deaf on her left ear, she was still putting the earphones on to let herself feel the beat from the bass of the music.Clara Schumann, her favorite, most favorite pianist. Clara had been totally renowned for her absolute brilliance, a wide range of emotions from passionate and fiery to introspective and melancholic, and Romantic expressiveness on the pieces she made to perfection. She was absolutely a virtuoso pianist in her own right, and her compositions reflect her completely exceptional skill and understanding of the instrument that she lo
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Twenty-SevenThe anger, frustration, and worry that had clouded his eyes for so long began to dissipate almost too immediately as it was completely replaced by a newfound tenderness. His body, which had previously been frozen in a state of anxiety, sprang into action as he rushed towards a sight that had once seemed unimaginable, was now finally imaginable. His legs moved with a newfound urgency, their pace gradually quickening as he raced towards the person he had been so concerned about. He knew that hearing aid even from afar.Celine rose from her seat, her eyes wide with surprise as she witnessed her boss sprinting through the lobby. This was a stark violation of the company’s strict policy against running, no matter how late employees might be for their shifts. The sight of her boss breaking this rule was both unexpected and unsettling, leaving Celine to wonder about the urgency of the situation that had prompted such a departure from the usual protocol.Right before Celine was g
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The Tale Not Old As Time 100 “Profound”
Hundred“I am so sorry.” Florence’s voice was soft, as if he could hear the hurt in her voice. She reached out and gently took his hand, offering him comfort. “But you could not have known,” she told him very softly, her voice filled with empathy. “These things… they happen. They happened because… because it was what she wanted.” “She did not even ask me what I wanted.” He answered and his words hurt her.“Guilt and self-blame can be incredibly powerful, especially when you are struggling.” She told him sincerely.She knew he blamed himself, but she also knew that blaming himself would not bring Theresa back. He needed to forgive himself, to find a way to move forward.“Hey,” She caressed his cheeks with her hands, “Let us not dwell on the past,” she said softly. “Let us focus on healing, on honoring her memory.”She looked at him, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding. “You can do this, Chaos,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “No one blamed you. And I do not
The Tale Not Old As Time 99 “Passion”
Ninety-NineThe sun cast long shadows across the cemetery, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees, creating a soothing, almost melancholic soundtrack.Florence and Chaos sat on the cool grass in front of Theresa’s headstone, a comfortable silence settling between them. Florence, her gaze fixed on the inscription, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock of the revelation had subsided, replaced by a quiet understanding, a profound sense of connection to the young woman whose heart now beat within her own chest.Chaos, sensing her quiet contemplation, reached out and gently took her hand. His touch was a silent affirmation of their shared grief, an unspoken acknowledgment of the profound connection they now shared.“What was she like?” Florence asked softly with curiosity.“Theresa… she was a whirlwind,” Chaos began, his voice thick with emotion. “She was a dancer. Ballet.”Florence nodded he
The Tale Not Old As Time 98 “Between You And Me”
Ninety-Eight“I have been thinking lately about everything that has been happening between you and me.” Florence continued to speak as she was staring at her feet while they were walking.Chaos nodded his head gently, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. He waited, holding his breath, for her to continue. Florence continued, her voice barely a whisper, “Thinking about everything that is happening between us.”Chaos nodded again, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of emotion.Florence took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “And I realized… I realized that I have been selfish too.”Chaos shook his head, “No, do not say that. I was the one being selfish.”“No,” she said, her voice breaking. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “I was being selfish too. You have been through so much, Chaos. Just the same as me, you went through something too. And I… I was letting my anger and jealousy consume me.”She took a deep breath,
The Tale Not Old As Time 97 “Miss”
Ninety-SevenAs Florence stepped out of the school, she spotted Chaos standing by his car. His shoulders slumped, and a look of weariness etched his face. He missed her, desperately. Florence’s heart ached as she saw him. She missed him too, the silence between them stretching on like an endless desert. They both knew that the longer they remained apart, the deeper the longing and the more painful the separation would become.He exhaled as soon as he saw her emerge from the school, her shoulders slumped slightly, and his heart ached. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her close and hold her until the pain subsided. He wanted to hug her and just feel her warmth once again after days of being away from each other.But he knew better. He had hurt her, deeply, and he had to earn back her trust, one small step at a time.He watched as she approached slowly and almost unsurely, her gaze fixed on the pavement, her footsteps heavy with unspoken emotions. He wanted to call out to her, to apol
The Tale Not Old As Time 96 “Asher”
Ninety-SixAsher Woods was a breath of fresh air at the deaf-mute school. Tall and lanky, with an athletic build that hinted at a love for sports, he possessed an easygoing charm that made him instantly likable which made him popular amongst the other female teachers around. His face, framed by a mop of dark blond hair, was undeniably handsome, with a pair of intelligent gray eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He had joined the school a few months after Florence, bringing with him a youthful energy and a genuine passion for working with the children. His easy going nature and quick wit quickly made him a favorite among the staff, and Florence found herself drawn to him.He admired Florence’s patience with the children, her gentle demeanor, and her quiet confidence. He had a way of connecting with the students as well, of seeing past their disabilities and recognizing the unique individuals within.As they worked together, their friendship blossomed. They spent hours di
The Tale Not Old As Time 95 “Despair”
Ninety-FiveChaos felt a wave of despair wash over him. Florence’s words were like a physical blow, each one chipping away at his already fragile hope. “No, Florence,” he answered, his voice hoarse, “that is not true. You are not a reminder of her. You are you.”“Stop saying that!” She yelled at him.“But it is the truth!” He kind of raised his voice at her as he sighed, “I am sorry for yelling. But please. Trust me on this. I fell in love with you, not with a memory and not because of her heart. It just deepened the connection, but the heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants you. Not of what is inside you.” She shook her head. He did not like it when he does that, so he immediately added to say, “I know my words might seem like that, but believe me, it is not the truth.” He paused, his voice catching. “I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I never meant to make you feel like you are just a… a vessel for someone else’s memory. This was why I did not want to let you know
The Tale Not Old As Time 94 “A Knot Of Emotions”
Ninety-FourChaos understood the potential for misinterpretation, that his words might come across as insensitive or even insulting towards Florence. But honesty felt paramount. He yearned for her to see the true depth of his love, to understand the complexities of his emotions, despite the challenging circumstances.“I… I do not know what to say. I need some time. I need to think.” Her voice trailed off as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She slowly turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. Her shoulders slumped, and she appeared small and withdrawn in front of him and he hated himself for it. She felt a knot of emotions twisting in her stomach – hurt, confusion, and a deep sense of uncertainty.“You did hurt me,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “You lied to me, built our relationship on a lie.”“It was not a lie. It was never built on a lie.” He insisted, not wanting her to think that he lied to her. “How can you call that honesty when you kept such a cruci
The Tale Not Old As Time 93 “Cuts Deep”
Ninety-Three“Did you really love me for me?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “Or... or did you only love me because I have her heart?”Florence’s question cuts deep. It exposed the very core of his fear – that she would ever question and think that his love for her was not genuine, that it was tainted by his connection to Theresa. He was terrified of losing her trust and hurting her further.Seeing Florence cry, feeling her pain and confusion, was excruciating. He hated that he was the cause of her distress right now. He wishes he could take it all back, erase the doubts that plague her.He paused and thought about her question deeply, he had always asked himself that question. But, at that moment, he started to question his own motives. Did he truly fall in love with Florence for who she was, or was it a subconscious projection of his love for Theresa onto her? This doubt gnawed at him, leaving him feeling insecure and unworthy of her love.A
The Tale Not Old As Time 92 “Beyond Repair”
Ninety-Two“You had a child?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling. The question hung heavy in the air, a mixture of disbelief and shock. Chaos nodded his head. “With her?” She asked softly, in more shock.Chaos nodded his head.The silence that followed was still deafening. Florence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the world tilting on its axis. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity, but all she saw was regret and remorse. The pain of betrayal, shar
