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The Time of Lavender
Last Updated : 2023-08-06
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Abigail, a struggling writer, time-travels to 19th century France, landing in the lavender fields of Provence. There she meets Vincent, a solitary artist with a mysterious past. Together, they explore the land and inspire each other's work, leading to a passionate, yet doomed, affair. As the hourglass drains, Abigail must choose between her modern life or her love for Vincent in the past
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The Time of Lavender Chapter 25: The Masquerade Ball
The day was awash in gold and auburn hues when a crisp parchment arrived at Vincent's door. Abigail watched curiously as he broke the wax seal and unfurled the letter, reading its contents. His eyes widened in surprise, then twinkled with mischief. "What is it?" she inquired."It's an invitation," Vincent responded, showing her the intricately designed card. "To the Masquerade Ball at the Duke’s Château this weekend."Abigail gasped. The allure of a 19th-century masquerade was irresistible. "We must go," she insisted.Vincent nodded in agreement, though his expression had a hint of concern. "It's a grand event with influential attendees. Many will be curious about you, my mysterious companion."She smirked, feeling a surge of excitement. "Then let them be curious. It's a masquerade, after all. Everyone hides behind a mask."Over the next days, they were consumed with preparations. Abigail's anticipation was infectious. Vincent sketched ideas for their costumes, merging his artistic vi
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 24: Revelations of the Heart
The morning light was creeping in through the small window of the cozy cabin, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the slumbering figures entwined in a warm embrace. The previous day’s shared intimacy had deepened their connection, a bond strengthened by shared smiles, exchanged words, and quiet understandings.Vincent was the first to wake. As his gaze fell upon Abigail, her chest rising and falling gently in peaceful slumber, he marveled at her presence beside him. How an anomaly in time had led her to him was beyond his understanding, but he thanked the heavens nonetheless.He carefully extricated himself from the bed, attempting not to disturb Abigail's slumber. Draping a loose shirt over his bare chest, he moved quietly towards his makeshift studio, where his easel stood under the window, illuminated by the morning light. Picking up his paintbrush, he lost himself in his work, his strokes capturing Abigail's likeness from his vivid memories. An hour passed. The sun had risen higher,
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 23: Under the Provençal Sun
The sun was particularly harsh that day, as if nature itself was protesting against the romance blossoming in the lavender fields of Provence. But neither Abigail nor Vincent seemed to mind. They spent their day like they usually did: Vincent with his canvas, and Abigail, often lost in the captivating beauty of the landscape and her lover's unwavering dedication to his craft.Abigail sat under the shade of a grand olive tree, absorbed in the book she had found in the cabin's petite library. It was a collection of folktales from the region, and she found herself fascinated by the age-old stories of love, betrayal, magic, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. Reading these tales gave her an even deeper appreciation for the era she had stepped into, its rich tapestry of culture and tradition wrapping around her like a well-worn quilt.Vincent, on the other hand, stood out in the sun with his easel and paints. His brushstrokes were deliberate and confident, each one transforming
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 22: Relearning Each Other
In the days that followed their reunion, Abigail and Vincent fell into a comfortable routine, with the rhythm of life in 19th century France once again becoming familiar. Vincent would rise early to work on his art, the natural light of the early morning hours his favorite for painting. Abigail, meanwhile, found herself waking later, wrapped in the warm blanket of Vincent's embrace, their nights having been filled with whispered confessions and the rekindling of their love. One morning, Abigail emerged from the bedroom to find Vincent at his easel, completely absorbed in his work. She watched him from the doorway, taking in the sight of him, so immersed in his art that he didn't notice her presence. There was a look of intense concentration on his face as he applied stroke after stroke of vibrant color to the canvas. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tanned and toned forearms, and his hair was ruffled in a way that gave him a boyish charm. As if sensing her gaze, Vince
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 21: A Love Rekindled
The sensation of time travel was as disconcerting as ever, an intense tingle crawling up her skin, followed by a sudden gust of wind that swept her off her feet. Abigail found herself amidst the familiar lavender fields of Provence, with the sun setting, casting long shadows over the land. But her eyes were only searching for one person – Vincent.Walking towards his house, her heart pounded with anticipation. The sight of the quaint, old house, surrounded by lavender bushes, evoked a sense of nostalgia and belonging. It was as if she was returning home after a long journey. As she moved closer, she noticed a light flickering inside the house. Her heart fluttered at the prospect of seeing Vincent, and she quickened her pace.Upon reaching the door, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the door knocker. Uncertain and nervous, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the moment. And then, gathering all her courage, she knocked. The sound echoed in the quiet evening, seeming almost
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 20: The Crossroads
Abigail found herself in a constant state of restlessness. Sleep eluded her, and she would often spend nights just staring at the magical hourglass. Its sand, stuck in time, mirrored her heart, unable to move on, unable to forget. She longed for Vincent, his comforting presence, his intoxicating scent, and his tender touch. The void he had left seemed impossible to fill, and every moment in her world felt like a punishment.One afternoon, while Abigail was working at the museum, an incident changed everything. She was arranging a new exhibition, focusing on the artwork from the 19th century. Among the artifacts was a portrait of a woman, beautifully painted, capturing the essence of innocence and grace. But what caught Abigail’s attention was the striking resemblance the woman bore to her. The same blue eyes, the same auburn hair, the same smile that Vincent adored. It was like looking into a mirror. She quickly glanced at the signature at the bottom - it was Vincent’s.The realizatio
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 19: Back to Reality
As Abigail stepped back into her world, the bustling city around her seemed surreal. Skyscrapers kissed the sky, and the constant hum of traffic and chatter of pedestrians filled the air, a stark contrast to the serene quiet of the lavender fields. Her heart ached for the tranquillity and simplicity of the 19th century and the man she had left behind.Finding herself in her apartment, she was surrounded by stark reminders of her modern life. The minimalist interior, the flat-screen TV, and the advanced kitchen appliances felt alien and cold. As she ran her fingers over the smooth surface of her tablet, she felt a yearning for the rough texture of Vincent's canvas and the intoxicating smell of his oil paints.In her solitude, Abigail tried to immerse herself back into her everyday routine. She went back to her job at the museum, greeted old friends, and visited familiar places. She tried to convince herself that she was home, back where she belonged. But every night, she would find her
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 18: Farewell, My Love
The dawn broke, bathing the world in soft hues of pink and gold. Abigail woke up, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision she had to make. Despite the morning's beauty, a palpable tension hung in the air. Vincent was still asleep, his usually expressive face calm and peaceful in slumber. Taking a moment to observe him, she etched the contours of his face into her memory, a bittersweet pang in her heart.Determined to savor their last few moments, Abigail quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She decided to prepare breakfast, a modest attempt to recreate the delightful morning surprise Vincent had once given her. After an hour of scrambling, toasting, and brewing, a simple but hearty breakfast was ready.The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee and the scent of toasted bread wafted into the bedroom, gently rousing Vincent from his slumber. He woke up to find Abigail standing by the window, the morning sunlight outlining her figure and illuminating her hair,
Last Updated : 2024-10-29The Time of Lavender Chapter 17: The Choice
Morning dawned with an unwelcome sense of urgency, the rising sun piercing through the gauzy curtains of Vincent’s bedroom. Abigail woke up before Vincent, her mind awash with a flurry of emotions as she took in the sight of him sleeping peacefully beside her. His face was relaxed, the harsh lines of worry smoothed out in the tranquility of sleep. A surge of affection swept through her as she traced the contours of his face, imprinting every detail in her memory.She left Vincent sleeping and quietly moved to the studio. The hourglass sat there on the table, an unchanging monument of their impending separation. A shiver ran down her spine as she noticed the sands of time trickling down, nearing the end.The rest of the day passed in a haze. Vincent, sensing her melancholy, tried to lift her spirits with his gentle humor and shared stories of his past. They indulged in their routine activities - a leisurely walk in the fragrant lavender fields, a simple lunch under the shade of an old
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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Chapter 1: The Crossroads of Time
A million stars twinkled in the velvet tapestry of the night, casting a silvery glow on the busy streets of New York City. Amongst the ceaseless bustle of taxis, the honks, and the swarm of people, a young woman named Abigail Finch stood alone on the terrace of a lavish penthouse, lost in her thoughts.In her late twenties, Abigail was the epitome of a modern woman - independent, successful, and driven. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that held eyes reflecting the city's skyline, sparkling with dreams and ambitions. But behind the ambitious glow, there was a trace of longing, a silent yearn for something more, something different.The anticipation of the fundraising gala she was hosting for her art restoration project stirred a whirlpool of thoughts in her mind. She looked at the century-old pocket watch in her hand, an heirloom passed down through generations in her family. The timepiece, with its ornate carvings and delicate hands, was a stark contrast to h
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