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67 “Someone Who Loved Her”
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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
Last Updated : 2024-11-28The Tale Not Old As Time 72 “Lovely”
Seventy-TwoAs they left the restaurant, the night air was crisp and cool. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a magical glow over the city. Florence, walking between Chaos and Kamilla, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock and hurt had subsided, replaced by a sense of acceptance. She knew that life was full of surprises, both good and bad. And she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. “Thanks for the lunch,” Chaos said, a grateful smile on his face. “You're welcome,” Kamilla replied. “It is always nice to catch up.” She paused, her expression turning wistful. “It has been too long since I have been back to the States.” Kamilla turned to Florence, her smile warm. “It was lovely meeting you, Florence,” she said.Florence smiled back, her voice barely a whisper. “Likewise,” she replied. “I hope to see you around Chaos, and you too Flo.” Kamilla chimed, her smile warm and inviting. Florence smiled politely. “Me too. I would love that.” she replie
Last Updated : 2024-11-28The Tale Not Old As Time 73 “To Connect”
Seventy-ThreeChaos sat on the floor next to Florence, surrounded by a colorful array of props and materials. He was meticulously cutting out felt shapes, his fingers deftly maneuvering the scissors and finally he finished it.Florence, meanwhile, was busy writing out words and phrases on colorful cards. “Need any help with that?” Chaos asked, his voice gentle. Florence smiled gratefully. “That would be great,” she replied. She handed him a stack of cards and a marker. “Can you write these words in big, bold letters?” Chaos took the cards and began to write, his handwriting neat and precise. As they worked, they chatted, their laughter filling the room. It was a simple, quiet moment, but it was one that Florence cherished. She was grateful for Chaos’ support, his unwavering belief in her. “Is this the way you want it?” He asked as he showed it to her.She nodded, “Yes, thank you.”“No problem.” He smiled back as they were both lounging on his living room floor.As Florence was be
Last Updated : 2024-11-29The Tale Not Old As Time 74 “The Woman Named Nora”
Seventy-Four“His full name is Oscar Heath Gordic.” Nora spoke his full name.Florence’s eyes widened in shock. “Oscar Heath Gordic?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. She had never heard Heath use his full name and she had always assumed he was just Heath since it was his name that he used when he signed their wedding papers and their marriage contract. He had always been just “Heath” to her, a distant, imposing figure. Was there something more, a hidden reason why he was not using Oscar?“How…” Florence trailed off. “What do you want from me?”Nora was hesitant, but she spoke anyway, “I heard he got remarried.”“And what do you want from me?” Florence asked right away.“There is so much more about that man.” Nora spoke as her voice trembled while she looked around, checking if there was someone near around them or behind her. She leaned forward to Florence, “He is a monster.” She whispered and Florence could tell that she was really scared.Florence’s heart pounded in her ch
Last Updated : 2024-11-30The Tale Not Old As Time 75 “Mother”
Seventy-FiveThe man fixed his pants after getting what he wanted from her. He glanced at the woman lying on the bed, naked and had sperm all over her stomach. She looked lost and he laughed at the sight of her, after fixing his pants and shirt, he threw money on her face. “You pitiful disgusting bitch.” He muttered while laughing. With a final, dismissive look, he turned and left, leaving her alone in the cold, empty room, naked and emotionless.“Noah…” She mumbled softly as her eyes glued on the ceiling, devoid from any emotion or expression. “I’m sorry you witnessed that. Mama isn’t a bad person.” Her voice was weak as her body was in pain after having eight customers today.She could hear her son’s voice as he answered her, “Don’t worry mama. I know you were never a bad person.”Outside the motel, the city hummed with life, a stark contrast to the quiet desolation of the motel room. Cars whizzed by, their headlights cutting through the darkness as it was past ten o’clock in the e
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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
