The Tale Not Old As Time
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 for a long time, their shared silence a testament to the depth of their connection.
Florence took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “When I was sixteen,” She trailed off before adding, “My family was involved in a tragic accident.”
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