All Chapters of The Tale Not Old As Time: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

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

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

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

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