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The 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 : 2024-11-27The Tale Not Old As Time 68 “Air”
Sixty-EightThe following hours after the cemetery, as promised, Chaos took Florence to a pottery studio. The warm, earthy scent of clay filled the air as they settled into their respective workstations. Chaos, with his long, slender fingers, effortlessly shaped the clay, his movements graceful and precise. Florence, initially hesitant, soon found herself engrossed in the process and found the whole experience relaxing but at the same time challenging for someone who never had tried this before. The feel of the cool, pliable clay beneath her hands was strangely soothing.As they worked, they chatted, their laughter filling the quiet studio. Chaos, ever the gentle teacher, guided Florence through the intricate process, his patience and encouragement inspiring her. Together, they created a series of unique pieces, a testament to their shared creativity.Later, as they sat by the kiln, watching the flames dance and flicker, Florence felt a sense of peace despite the muddy dirt on their
Last Updated : 2024-11-27The Tale Not Old As Time 69 “Dreams”
Sixty-Nine“I am thinking of working at a school for children with disabilities.” Florence informed Heath as he was back after days of being gone from his home for his business trips. Heath scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain. “A school for disabled children?” His tone almost mocking her. “That is a complete waste of time. You should be focusing on something more practical, something that can actually make you money and give me more benefit and respect from my social circle.” He shook his head, “Don’t shame me.”Florence’s eyes narrowed, her anger rising. “My life is not about making money for you,” she retorted, her voice firm. “I want to make a difference, to help others. That is what truly matters.”Heath scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt. “You are delusional,” he spat. “A school for disabled children? That is not a real job. It is a complete waste of time and besides that is NOT going to give me more respect. I do not want my own wife to be seen as an ordinary teacher for
Last Updated : 2024-11-28The Tale Not Old As Time 70 “The Unknown Woman: Kamilla”
SeventyFlorence was also excited to continue her growing ‘relationship’ with Chaos, a man who had brought light into her life, a man who had shown her the true meaning of love and support.As she was about to indulge her fancy looking meal combo that she had ordered, she knew the meal was big for her, but she wanted to eat her happiness. At least, this was something that made her completely happy in her gloomy and tragic years of living. To her, it was a little win. It was a small victory, a moment of joy amidst the challenges she had faced. As Florence was about to take another bite of her meal, she paused, her eyes drawn to a familiar figure. Chaos, accompanied by a woman she did not recognize, was walking towards the second floor. Her heart skipped a beat, a wave of confusion and disappointment washing over her. “I will take care of this,” the woman said, her voice soft but audible from where Florence sat down. “It is the least I can do.”Florence’s heart sank as Chaos looked c
Last Updated : 2024-11-28The Tale Not Old As Time 71 “The Gracious Woman”
Seventy-OneChaos introduced them. “Florence, this is Kamilla. Kamilla, this is Florence.”Kamilla, ever the gracious woman, smiled warmly at Florence. “It is lovely to meet you, Florence,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. She could see the tension in the air, the unspoken words, the unspoken emotions. She sensed the complexity of the situation, the hidden depths of their relationships. But she chose to ignore it, to focus on the present moment.She turned to Chaos, her eyes filled with a knowing look. “It seems like you two know each other very well,” she observed, her tone light and playful.Chaos, caught off guard, hesitated on what exactly to say at the moment. He did not know how to explain the situation, how to introduce Florence without revealing too much. He glanced at Florence, seeking guidance, but she simply looked away, her expression unreadable.The silence stretched, an awkward tension filling the air. Kamilla, sensing the discomfort, decided to break the ice. She
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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
The Tale Not Old As Time 91 “Echo”
Ninety-OneFlorence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. “Theresa… was…” she whispered, the name echoing in her mind as his words echoed louder in the back of her head. Chaos took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Theresa is no longer in the picture, okay?” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “And I want you to trust me on this. I am not lying to you, and I never would.”Florence felt a strange mix of emotions – anger, hurt, and a strange sense of detachment since she had known that Theresa had possibly happened before she had met Chaos. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She had never imagined this, never considered the possibility that there could be another woman, another love, in his past which was something that was so random and so out of the blue. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him that they would not have any secrets with each other after everything she had told him about herself. Sh
The Tale Not Old As Time 90 “Mere Mention”
Ninety“Who is Theresa?” Florence asked, her voice barely a whisper. Confusion, jealousy, and anger swirled within her. She did not know who this Theresa was, but the mere mention of her name ignited a fire within her. She had trusted Chaos, believed in him, but only to be betrayed and only to be led to confusion and anger. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Chaos exchanged a tense glance with Kamilla, a silent and angry warning. He had explicitly told her not to mention Theresa’s name, not under any circumstances since they had made a vow not to do so. Her defiance, her disregard for his wishes, filled him with a mixture of anger and frustration. Florence blinked back tears, her voice barely a whisper. “Who is Theresa?” she asked again, her heart heavy with a mix of hurt and betrayal.The room fell silent.Chaos, mid-sentence, froze, his eyes widening in shock as they met Florence’s gaze. His jaw dropped slightly, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. Flo
The Tale Not Old As Time 89 “Suspicion To Foundation”
Eighty-NineThe morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Florence stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly as her body felt sore but she did not mind it. A smile slowly crept on her face, as she saw Chaos sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist.She remembered the night before, the intimacy, the tenderness, the love. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. She felt safe, cherished, loved.She gently traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his stubble. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He hummed sleepily, “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.Florence smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft.They lay there for a few moments, cuddling and snuggling lovingly as he was teasing her by peppering kisses on her cheeks and face which made her smile at how annoying and playful he was.
The Tale Not Old As Time 88 “Burning”
Eighty-EightChaos gently laid Florence down on the bed, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He could feel himself getting harder as he had been wanting this to happen for so long but he had always respected her choices and decisions. But right now, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow over her, highlighting her delicate features. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, were now soft and dreamy, almost lustful, as it was a reflection of the love and passion that filled her heart.He traced her features with his eyes, lingering on her lips, her nose, her eyes. Each curve, each line, was a masterpiece, a work of art. He could not believe how lucky he was to have her, to love her, to be loved by her.“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Absolutely breathtaking.”Florence smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness and at the same time shyness. She knew that she was lucky
The Tale Not Old As Time 87 “City Lights Twinkling”
Eighty-Seven The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Florence and Chaos were seated at a cozy table in a rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling below them. The soft music, the gentle breeze, and the romantic ambiance set the perfect stage for their first anniversary celebration.As they sipped on their drinks, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They reminisce about their journey together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed between them. They laughed, they smiled, and they dreamed, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope. “You are my guardian angel,” Florence whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She thought back to the darkest days, the times when she felt lost and alone. And then she thought of Chaos, her rock, her savior. “Hey,” He cooed and cupped her face, “No tears.”She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known,” she answered softly. “And
The Tale Not Old As Time 86 “Hope”
Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor
