The Tale Not Old As Time
Immediately, Chaos rushed to her and cupped her cheeks with his huge hands as soon as she broke down and cried.
Chaos gently wiped away her tears, his touch soothing. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. His words, simple yet profound, offered comfort and understanding. Florence, overwhelmed by her emotions, let the tears flow freely. The pent-up pain, the hidden sorrow, poured out in a cathartic release.
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