LOGINShare
59 “Familiar Silence”
Last Updated:
2024-11-20 04:59:40
Related chapters
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
Last Updated : 2024-11-21The 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
Last Updated : 2024-11-21The Tale Not Old As Time 62 “White”
Sixty-TwoChaos gently cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. “Why don’t you take a long, warm bath?” he suggested softly, his voice filled with concern. “You just graduated college and you should be proud of yourself. We should be celebrating and not crying.” Florence looked up at Chaos, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked back at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew he was trying to help, to ease her pain. “I just… I am so tired,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I am tired of everything in my life right now. I’m tired of always getting hurt.” She closed her eyes, the warmth of his touch a comforting balm. Chaos pulled her into a gentle embrace. “You deserve to be happy.” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy.Florence’s voice, barely a whisper, trembled as she confessed, “I do not know how to live for myself anymore. My entire life has been a relentless battle. I am constantly fighting, struggling, just to survive. I am
Last Updated : 2024-11-24The Tale Not Old As Time 63 “Forcing A Happy Smile”
Sixty-ThreeFlorence slipped into the lingerie, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The lace underwear, while beautiful, was a bit tighter than she was used to. She glanced in the mirror, her eyes widening as she realized the revealing nature of the laced thong. She had not worn anything like this in years, and suddenly, she felt self-conscious and exposed.“Wow.” Florence gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. The lingerie, while elegant, accentuated her curves in a way she had never experienced before. Her breasts, usually modest and understated, were lifted and supported, creating a silhouette that was both alluring and empowering. She could not believe how different she looked, how confident she felt.When she slipped on the beautiful and really soft dress, she stood before the mirror inside of Chaos’ bathroom mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the fragile woman she had been just a few days ago. Dressed in a sleek, body-hugging yellow dress that accentuated her curves
Last Updated : 2024-11-24The Tale Not Old As Time 64 “Calm But Serious”
Sixty-FourAfter dinner, they cleaned up together, a simple act that brought them closer. As they washed the dishes, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. Later, they curled up on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. The soft glow of the fireplace created a warm and inviting atmosphere.As they sipped their wine, they talked about their hopes and aspirations. Florence shared her dream of opening a school for children with disabilities, while Chaos spoke of his plans for his company. Their conversation was a beautiful blend of dreams and reality, a testament to the power of human connection.“Florence?” His tone was calm but serious.She looked back at him, “Hmm?”“Would it be okay if I asked how you ended up with Heath?” Chaos inquired, his voice gentle. “I am not trying to pry, I am just curious. You do not have to answer if you are not comfortable.”Florence weakly smiled, but it was not an intentional smile of being happy. Yet, she answered,
Last Updated : 2024-11-24The Tale Not Old As Time 65 “Breathless And Dazed”
Sixty-FiveFlorence, breathless and dazed, pulled away from the kiss, felt her cheeks burning like wildfire dancing in a rainforest. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the intensity of the moment. She breathed heavily, after all, she just had her first kiss in twenty-two years of existence and she did not hesitate it or hate it at all. He looked at her, and it had been a long time since he had this kind of kiss before. He leaned in again, and kissed her lips once more as she kissed him back right away as their lips moved, her arms slowly moved on their own as she wrapped them around his neck. He pulled her closer to his chest, their bodies flushed against each other, as his huge hands were gripped tightly on her waist, but he was not hurting her. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. She pulled away again, but he hungrily whispered, “One more…” He begged as he leaned in and kissed her lips once again while she kissed him back.A
Last Updated : 2024-11-25The Tale Not Old As Time 66 “The Joyful Sound”
Sixty-SixAs Florence laughed, a joyful sound that filled the room, Chaos could not help but smile as he watched her smile and laugh which made her more endearing towards her. He loved the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way her cheeks dimpled. Her laughter was like music to his ears, a melody that soothed his soul. Chaos smiled at her, “I love your smile and laugh, keep it.” He said as he kissed her left cheek then her right cheek causing her to smile wider as his hand was resting against the side of her neck.Florence smiled back, her heart filled with warmth. “Thank you,” she whispered. She felt a sense of peace and contentment that she had not experienced in a long time. As they walked towards the bedroom, Chaos noticed Florence was struggling with the stairs. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, her legs dangling effortlessly. She giggled, her face flushed with surprise and amusement. “You are so strong,” she teased, her voice light and playful.Chaos grinned
Last Updated : 2024-11-25The Tale Not Old As Time 67 “Someone Who Loved Her”
Sixty-SevenA cold wind swept through the cemetery, rustling the leaves of the ancient trees. Raindrops began to fall, a mournful drizzle that seemed to blend seamlessly with the somber atmosphere. The sky was a bleak gray, mirroring the melancholy mood of the occasion.Florence and Chaos stood by the graves, their silhouettes etched against the gloomy backdrop. The drizzle fell gently, a somber melody that accompanied their silence as he made sure he was there for her. Florence, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and remembrance, placed a bouquet of lilies on the three graves in front of them. The white flowers, symbols of purity and innocence, contrasted starkly against the dark earth.Chaos, sensing her sorrow, reached out and took her hand. His touch was comforting, a silent promise of support even if he wanted to ask her, he tried not to, for now. Even if he was shocked that she was bringing him here, he chose not to say anything and just to comfort her. They stood there f
Last Updated : 2024-11-27
Latest chapter
The Tale Not Old As Time 105 “Afternoon Sun”
One Hundred FiveThe afternoon sun streamed through the window inside Florence’s room, casting a warm glow on the worn leather armchair where Florence sat. Her eyes, though clouded by the fog of Alzheimer’s, still held a spark of recognition when Chaos entered the room.“Hello, my love,” he greeted her, his voice soft and gentle, despite his weakened knees and how his doctors had been telling him to stop walking distances for long hours since it has been bad for his health.Florence smiled, a fragile, fleeting smile that touched Chaos deeply. “Hello, I do not remember you, but I think you were the old guy who kept reading me about stories.” she replied, her voice a mere whisper.“I am.” He settled into the armchair beside her, taking her hand in his. “Shall I read to you?” he asked, his voice filled with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze her.Florence nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. Chaos picked up the worn leather-bound book from the side table. It was a collection of short
The Tale Not Old As Time 104 “Tale”
One Hundred Four“Mama? Dada?” Rhys called out sleepily from the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes barely opened as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he yawned sleepily. “Look who just woken up.” Chaos called out as they smiled, staring at their sleepy looking son.Chaos pulled back slightly, his gaze lingering on Florence. The sound of their son’s voice, sleepy and sweet, filled the kitchen. Both parents turned towards the doorway, their hearts melting at the sight of their little boy, his eyes still heavy with sleep, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Florence cooed, scooping him up in her arms. Chaos smiled as he walked towards Rhys and the little boy immediately snuggled into her neck, burying his face as he was sleepy while yawning which made Florence smile.Chaos chuckled, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Looks like someone’s ready for breakfast,” he said, his voice soft.He walked over to
The Tale Not Old As Time 103 “Sunday Morning”
One Hundred ThreeThe Sunday morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, painting stripes of light across the gleaming hardwood floor. Florence, with a smile on her pretty face, hummed happily as she stirred the pancake batter, the scent of cinnamon and butter filling the air. Her eyes, filled with a quiet contentment, glanced at the delicate band glimmering on her left ring finger. It was a symbol of the years they had spent together, a testament to their resilience and their unwavering love. Three years of marriage had been a challenging journey, a tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, and the unwavering support they offered each other as they navigated life's ups and downs.Chaos, ever the early riser, was already outside, tending to the vegetable garden he had painstakingly cultivated in their backyard. Despite his status, he wanted to do the normal things with her. Cultivating their backyard garden had given him some sense of peace and calm.She glanced out the windo
The Tale Not Old As Time 102 “Mind”
One Hundred Two “I am losing my mind!” Kamille yelled in frustration and anger, as she threw the letters towards Chaos’ office floor which caused shock from him and his secretary. These were letters that he had not known before. Letters that Theresa had never mentioned before. Letters that Kamille had never mentioned ever before. Kamille cried, as if she was having emotional breakdown, but she was calming herself down, “My mind, my guilt, every fucking thing is killing my mind! And you have no idea about the pain and… and the struggle that I had been through!” She shook her head as she stomped and left angrily as if she had been knowing something that she had been hiding for years.Kamille’s composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried out, “My mind… my guilt, everything is killing me! You have no idea the pain, the struggle I have endured!”She shook her head violently, the words tumbling out in a torrent of raw emotion. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing y
The Tale Not Old As Time 101 “Captured”
One Hundred OneA year had passed since that fateful day at the cemetery. Florence and Chaos, through open communication and unwavering support, had nurtured their relationship, allowing it to blossom into something truly beautiful. Florence had met his parents, their initial apprehension quickly melting away as they witnessed the profound love and respect that existed between their son and the woman who had captured his heart. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, Florence had seamlessly integrated into their lives, her warmth and kindness winning them over completely.The aroma of roasted chicken and Caroline’s famous apple pie filled the air as Florence settled into the worn-in armchair opposite Chaos’ parents. Edward, a man of few words but a kind heart and Chaos’ father, beamed at her from across the table. Caroline, however, was effusive in her praise.“You know, Florence,” Caroline began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Chaos has not stopped talking about you since th
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
