Chaos in Harmony (AdamXLute)

Chapter 21

AN/Sooo umm my b.... Here we are, lmao. I can't believe I'm saying this but Taylor Swift's new song Elizabeth Taylor has inspired me to write this chapter. I know it's quite random, but here we are...ENJOY!

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5 years later

Lute awoke early. She had always been the one to wake up early. Thankfully, it wasn't due to pain this time but simply naturally waking her up. She got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to start the morning. She looked out the window and was glad to see the autumn leaves were in full season. She loved the fall weather. It was her favorite. She made some black coffee and sat at the dining room table. She pulled out her Kindle and started reading.

An hour went by, and she finished up a chapter. She was currently reading Carrie. She always liked how Carrie got her revenge on the town that did her wrong. She just wished Carrie hadn't died, but had taken over the world. Lute showered and got ready for work. She enjoyed her job. It was very relaxing.

She drove her Audi through the beautiful scenery and mountains. She arrived at the small town she proudly called her home and parked in front of the gym. She was a personal trainer. She knew she didn't need to work. She had more money than she ever thought was possible. But she needed something to do during the day, or she would go mad.

"Hey, Molly," she said as she walked in and greeted the kind receptionist. She tried to sound nice, but her voice sounded so dead.

"Hey, Lute," she smiled. "I was wondering if some of us are going out tonight? Do you want to join us?" Molly's eyes lit up in anticipation. She had a lovely smile that reminded her of an old friend.

Lute hated how nice Molly was. She was such a pleasant person to be around. Lute wondered how real it was. "That's kind of you. But I need to go grocery shopping." Lute knew she needed to get out more. But it was so hard. She would rather sit at home.

"I understand," Molly looked a little sad. Lute walked off, but as she did, another co-worker spoke to Molly.

"I told you she wouldn't come," the co-worker stated. "After everything, I don't blame her for secluding herself here, of all places." The co-worker sounded sorry for Lute. She wasn't being mean but simply stating a fact.

"I know, but I just wanted to be nice," Molly pouted.

Lute blocked them out. She didn't want to hear them or what they had to say. She just needed to focus on work. She had a few clients today, which was nice. Her clients didn't know who she was, thankfully. The small town she lived in was so quiet. When it was 8 pm, the entire town was dead. No loud noises or horns honking from traffic. It was crickets and frogs.

Hours went by, and it was time for work to end. Lute beelined it for her car. Not caring for her co-workers.

Lute was once again thankful for the fall weather. She arrived at the small cemetery for her weekly walk. The cemetery was as old as the town. Graves from the early 1800s littered the cemetery. When Lute was younger, she loved to play in the cemetery. Lute had felt more at home here than anywhere else.

The cemetery was small; however, it had a newer section. She arrived at the quaint marble headstone. The white tombstone was stark against the stone headstones. Lute knelt down and brushed the leaves away. She placed a small white rose down. She looked at the grave, trying to feel anything. It was just hard for her. She had never been good at emotions, especially in the last few years.

She shook her head as if he would appear in front of her. She got up and continued her walk like her therapist told her. The cemetery was connected to a small walking trail.

Lute started her weekly walk. She was tempted to listen to music but knew she would be better off without it. She was going to force herself to be alone with her thoughts. She looked at the red leaves and only thought of blood. The golden leaves reminded her of certain golden eyes she loved looking at. The orange leaves reminded her of never enjoying the sunrise until now. Her old life was so fast. Everything was a giant rush. Now, Lute was living a slow-paced life with easy mornings and simple schedules. She didn't hate it but felt a little lost. Thankfully, her therapist was helping her.

Lute played her mental game of trying to figure out the tree types. It helped calm her on her walks. She pointed out several ponderosa pine trees. She wished she had brought her notebook to take notes. That was another exercise her therapist recommended.

Journaling was hard for Lute at first. She felt like she was just writing why she was all fucked up. Now she felt better getting it all out. She was doing better day by day. She finished up her walk and ended back at the cemetery. She was tempted to go back to the grave, but it offered nothing to her. She only went out of obligation.

She drove to the small grocery and parked. She walked in. She liked how old this place was. The decor had not been updated in decades. It had an '80s vibe to it. She liked it here so much more than LA. It was so quiet, and no one was in a rush.

Lute looked at her grocery list and started her familiar routine. She went to produce first. She found the ingredients for a salad. She also got some vegetables for roasted vegetables. She avoided the meat section like the plague. She then got some dairy items. As she was picking up some heavy whipping cream, she heard a child speak up.

"Mommy, what happened to her arm?" A kid asked his mom. Lute flinched at the words.

"Shh, honey, that's rude," the mom hushed her child.

Lute touched the stump where her left arm was supposed to be. She meant to wear her jacket in but forgot. She had a prosthetic but didn't feel like wearing it today. The phantom pains had subsided but would never really go away. However, the emotional pain was far greater. Lute took a deep breath and continued with her shopping.

Finally, she ended her routine by getting some food staples she was out of. She put the flour in her cart, ready to head out. She went to the checkout line. She looked at the tabloids. She couldn't help it. She had deleted all social media but was still interested in the outside world. Even if she didn't want to be. There it was on the cover. Some famous person named Angel Dust fucking up, and the media is eating him alive. His mugshot was plastered for all to see. Lute knew what it was like for the media to be up your business...

After all, her and Adam's divorce was the main attraction for weeks.

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AN/DRAMA BOMB bet y'all didn't see that coming! So, truth be told, I don't know when I will update again. I honestly am not a fan of this story compared to the master piece that is Harmony in Chaos. Truth be told, if I update this story again, it will only be like five more chapters, and it will wrap up. I really am sorry to drag y'all along on this crazy ride haha