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81 “Her Loss Was Heavy”
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The Tale Not Old As Time 82 “The Sun Cast Long Shadows”
Eighty-TwoThe sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the peaceful landscape. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, creating a serene atmosphere. Chaos and Florence stood there in silence, their thoughts drifting as the wind was blowing and blowing, peaceful but almost not.“We gather here today to mourn the loss of a life, a life cut short, a life filled with promise. Nora Van Derlyn was a beacon of hope, a source of strength, and a loving soul. Though their time on Earth was brief, their impact was profound.” The pastor spoke solemnly as the wind blew through their hair.The sun cast long shadows over the cemetery, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once filled Nora’s days. Chaos and Florence stood beside her grave, the weight of their grief heavy on their hearts. They had come to pay their respects, to say a final goodbye. And there was only them and no one else. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the dist
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Tale Not Old As Time 83 “A Big One”
Eighty-Three“We have a lead,” Evan told Chaos, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air, a promise of hope amidst the darkness. Chaos, his interest piqued, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the conversation over the phone. “What do you mean? What kind of lead?” he asked, his voice eager. Evan hesitated, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It is still on the early stages, but I have uncovered some promising information,” he explained. “A potential witness, well, witnesses, some people who might be able to shed light on Oscar’s past, and who he is right now.” A surge of excitement coursed through Chaos. This was a breakthrough, a chance to finally bring Oscar to justice. He had waited for this moment, and had yearned for it. Now, it seemed, the universe was aligning, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. “What do you mean witnesses?” Chaos asked curiously.“There was not only one witness, sir,” Evan answered, “as I ha
Last Updated : 2024-12-06The Tale Not Old As Time 84 “Returned”
Eighty-FourFlorence returned to the apartment which was owned by Heath, a sense of unease washing over her. After everything she had found out about him, she did not want to go inside but she knew that she had to be here to formally end things. The familiar surroundings now felt alien as soon as she got through the front door. It was now tainted by the darkness that had once permeated the space which had been lurking without her knowing about it. She had not been back in a week, a week filled with uncertainty and fear.Chaos had been tirelessly working with his legal team, gathering evidence, and building a case against Heath. He had assured her that he would handle everything, that she was safe. But the fear still lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured. Florence hurried through the apartment and headed straight to her bedroom, gathering her belongings. She worked quickly, her movements driven by a sense of urgency. She wanted to leave, to escape this place be
Last Updated : 2024-12-07The Tale Not Old As Time 85 “Timing”
Eighty-FiveFlorence, dazed and disoriented, tried to regain her composure. She knew she had to be careful, to protect herself. She could not let Heath overpower her. Gathering her strength, she retaliated, striking him with all her might. The blow landed, catching him off guard. Heath roared, “You bitch!” His voice echoed through the room, filled with rage and frustration. He lunged at Florence, his fists raised, but she was ready. She dodged his attack, her movements swift and precise. She knew she had to fight back, to protect herself. He struck Florence with a slap which rocked her world but she was ready to fight back. “How dare you ruin innocent lives for your own benefit?!” She clawed his face strongly including on his eyelids. Heath screamed in pain since Florence’s nails dug deep on his skin, “You fucking whore!!” He grabbed the back of her hair and tugged her strongly causing her to scream in pain.The two young boys cowered in the corner, their eyes wide with fear. They
Last Updated : 2024-12-07The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-07The 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-14The 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
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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.
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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
