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20 “Meeting Chaos”
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The Tale Not Old As Time 21 “Wedding”
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
The 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
The 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
The 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
The Tale Not Old As Time 25 “The Vast Empire”
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
The Tale Not Old As Time 26 “Frustration”
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
The Tale Not Old As Time 27 “Vivid”
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
The Tale Not Old As Time 28 “The Emperor In His Empire”
Twenty-EightChaos stood in front of his wondrous desk, trying to cover his wooden desk plaque which had his name Zacchaeus Spencer Batternkurt with gold font color in cursive font as if he was embarrassed if she would find out his real name and his real status, even if it was obvious who he was since they were on the top floor of the whole building and in this lavish and grand looking office.Florence muttered curses under her breath, the truth of her lie finally laid bare. Chaos had known all along that she could not speak since the first time they had met with each other from that drunken night when she was in the rainy street crying on her knees, but what truly bewildered her was his unexpected proficiency in sign language.She blinked at him, “I know I have some explaining to do since I could speak, but… You… You can sign?”Chaos calmly answered, “I studied.”Florence blinked her eyes at him as she was about to say something more, he politely added, “We can talk about those thing
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The Tale Not Old As Time 61 “Barely Audible”
Sixty-OneChaos gently wiped away her tears. “You have me,” he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sobbed, her voice barely audible. “I just want it all to end.” She was not seeking pity, but simply pouring out her heart, a raw and vulnerable display of her pain. “I don’t want to live anymore.” She cried as more tears fell over her cheeks.“Don’t say that,” Chaos replied, his voice gentle as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have to live for yourself, not for anyone else. Just tell me what happened. Please? Let me help you. What has he been doing to you?”“I don’t need your pity.” She barked. “I am not pitying you, Florence,” Chaos replied gently. “I care about you. I want to help you.”Florence shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she covered her eyes with her hands. “You won’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by her hands. “No one does. No one will.” Her words echoed the depths of her despair, a cry for
The Tale Not Old As Time 60 “Downcast”
SixtyShe woke up with a throbbing pain in her eye. She was lying on the cold, hard floor, the shattered pieces of glass scattered around her. The dried remains of last night’s dinner were a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded. She gingerly touched her eye, wincing at the pain. The bruise was already starting to form, a dark mark of the abuse she had endured. After she took a shower, Florence stared at her reflection in the mirror, her heart was immensely heavy with sorrow and shame of what she had been going through in her life. A dark bruise marred her eye, a very strong reminder of the violence that she had endured. She could not believe that Heath had resorted to such brutality for the second time, that he had shattered the fragile peace once again that they had once shared.Florence cursed under her breath as she applied makeup to conceal the bruise around her eye. She was running late for the ceremony, and the pain in her eye was throbbing. She rushed through her m
The Tale Not Old As Time 59 “Familiar Silence”
Fifty-Nine Florence returned to the city, a sense of melancholy settling over her. As she stepped into Heath’s flat, the familiar silence greeted her. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicion: Heath was still out of the country for his business trips and conventions. His slippers, untouched by the door, were a stark reminder of his absence. A wave of loneliness washed over her, a familiar feeling that had become a constant companion.The dinner table was set, a stark contrast to the emptiness Florence felt inside. As they ate, the silence was deafening, broken only by the clinking of silverware. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle between two souls, each harboring their own secrets.Florence knew what was coming. Heath, with his insatiable ego for power, reputation and influence, mixed with his twisted mind, would propose and insist to her of seducing Chaos, and playing a dangerous game. She braced herself for the storm, the verbal abuse that would undoubtedly
The Tale Not Old As Time 58 “Barely A Whisper”
Fifty-EightFlorence’s voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. “I’m a trophy wife,” she confessed, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark revelation that shattered the fragile peace.Chaos, taken aback by her honesty, gently rubbed her back. He did not want to ask anything for now, all he wanted to do was to let her know that he was there and he was listening. He understood the weight of her words, the pain and humiliation she must have endured. The secrets she kept to safeguard Heath’s reputation in the world of money and power. “I’m so sorry, Florence,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”The silence that followed was heavier, a poignant pause as they both processed the gravity of her confession. Florence, her heart was absolutely heavy with sorrow, letting the tears flow freely. The pent-up emotions she went through since her family died, the years of silent suffer
The Tale Not Old As Time 57 “2AM”
Fifty-SevenAround two o'clock in the morning, Florence could not sleep. She was wide awake and staring at the ceiling wearing a baggy shirt and some pajama bottoms. She tried to reminisce about what happened in the lake as she was also recalling how Chaos’ amazing body looked so hot.As Florence lay in bed, her mind raced with the events of the night. The memory of Chaos’ confession, his longing gaze, haunted her. She could not deny the intensity of her feelings for him, the deep connection they shared. But she was also terrified of the consequences, the potential heartbreak that lay ahead.The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Why did he confess his feelings of wanting to kiss her? Was it fueled because it was a spur of the moment or because he was being his playful womanizer side? She could not help but ask herself, did he truly mean those words, or was it just a fleeting moment of passion? Florence tossed and turned, unable to find peace due to her mind bein
The Tale Not Old As Time 56 “Sign Language”
Fifty-SixChaos smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You caught me,” he signed, his fingers moving gracefully. His playful gesture, a silent acknowledgment of his unspoken desire, sent a thrill through Florence. The intimacy of the moment, the shared understanding, was intoxicating.“You thought I didn’t.” She hand signed as they shared a laugh. Florence felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was both embarrassed and exhilarated by the boldness of his confession. She knew that crossing the line between friendship and romance would be risky, but she could not deny the pull she felt towards him. The cool water enveloped them, a soothing balm for their weary souls. Chaos gently guided Florence, his strong arms supporting her as she floated on her back. The weightlessness of the water, combined with the warmth of his touch, created a sense of peace and tranquility.As they drifted silently, the world seemed to fade away. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water agai
The Tale Not Old As Time 55 “Lake House”
Fifty-Five The morning sun cast a warm glow over the lake, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. Florence and Chaos sat by the water’s edge, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The peaceful and gentle lapping of the very small waves on the lakes against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to their conversation.“I am glad we came here,” Florence said, her voice soft. “It is so peaceful.”Chaos smiled warmly. “I am glad that you like it,” he replied. “I often come here to clear my head.”They spent the rest of the morning talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s company. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. As the day wore on, they took a boat ride on the lake, explored the nearby trails, and shared a quiet dinner by the fireplace.As the night fell, they sat on the porch, watching the stars twinkle above. “It makes me not want to leave,” Florence confessed, her voice filled with longing. “I wish we could stay here forever.”Chaos took her hand
The Tale Not Old As Time 54 “Warm Embrace”
Fifty-FourFlorence awoke refreshed, the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. The bathroom, a sanctuary of tranquility, beckoned her with its luxurious amenities. High-end toiletries, from fragrant soaps to soothing lotions, filled the space with a delightful aroma. As she stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, the stress and worries of the past few days began to melt away. The gentle stream of water massaged her tired muscles, while the rich lather enveloped her senses. The experience was pure indulgence, a much-needed respite from the chaos of her life.Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, Florence paused at the window. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the breathtaking sight before her. Chaos, his muscular physique glistening in the morning sun, was swimming in the lake. The water droplets, clinging to his skin, accentuated his every curve, every line. She could not help but admire the raw beauty of his form, the p
The Tale Not Old As Time 53 “Hum”
Fifty-Three The car hummed along the deserted highway, the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating Florence’s face while the music was playing in the background. She was lost in thought, her mind racing with a thousand questions. This spontaneous road trip, a sudden escape from the confines of her life, had thrown her into a whirlwind of emotions.Chaos, ever the attentive driver, glanced at her, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle. “You seem a bit… distant.”Florence forced a smile. “I am fine,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. But her forced cheerfulness could not mask the underlying sadness in her eyes. “Just wondering what clothes we will wear.” She lied.Chaos chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about it.”She knew that she was trapped in a life that was not her own, a prisoner of her circumstances. But she got in this situation because of her own choices, and her own debts as well as her father’s. She had no choice but to suffer.As they d
