Wakening with an empty bed, all I see are silhouettes of the leaf between my black, silky bedsheets. A fresh morning breeze filled the empty room. Watching the leaves dance as the wind blows, telling its presence. I hugged my pillow sideways; the picture frame caught my eye of our wedding photo placed on the wall.
Those were happy days, my love... Help me to accept part of me dies, lost, and empty. Why leave so soon?
Closing my eyes filled my lungs and released the pain. These little ways helped me to overcome trying to live in the present.
* * *
"Hey big sis, good morning; head's up; there's a new puppet on Collector's Gallery I found out yesterday." Olivine folded her arms across her chest after taking a sip of her coffee. Sitting straight on a wooden stool, pissed.
"Oh hi, good morning, I'm sorry, what?" Heels noises are everywhere in the kitchen while her sister is rushing. Coats are in her armed place, along with the shoulder bag. The housemaid gave her morning tea; she paused, taking a sip in front of her sister, patiently waiting.
"Yeah, that was so good," she said, kissing on her sister's lips.
"Ofelia, mind it? I'm not a baby any more to kiss me like that," she complains, opening her hand while arms still folded across her chest.
"Allow me, that's the only way we bond together; we barely see each other," she said, ignoring her sister's complaint and taking another sip.
"We're bound by blood and sharing the same genes, good woman! What if next time we end up in bed!?"
"Uh, first it's gross; second, uh, I like your imagination, little sis; it's wild; I start liking it. And that you wouldn't stop me from kissing you on your lips. Hmm... young ones, their hormones and their shits," she said, chuckling, enjoying her cup of tea.
"Again, my concerns, Ofelia, would you mind?"
"I'm sorry again?" She checks her watch.
"You knew what I mean, Ofelia."
"Ah yes, the puppet. I thought you're still grieving; I'm just taking some things while you're in tough times, like a sister who does care."
"Not to disrespect Ofelia, but thanks anyway. I insist you should ask me either way." She said checks on her phone.
"Okay Olive... I know it's tough; all I see is a drunk person every time I go home. Olivine, any idea whom I'm referring to? I even undress you because puke is all over the place, god."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Ugh, well, don't be surprised; I've seen that many times since you're a baby changing nappies; big sis responsibilities vibe, you know," she teased.
"Look, what is her name, Ofelia?" gave her a bored look. She was not bothered that her sister saw her private parts.
"Ugh, well, don't give me that look, Olive; I enjoyed it."
She smiles.
"I said the name Ofelia," a firm voice was waiting.
"What, Olive?" she shrugged.
"The Puppet in the Collector's Gallery"
"Fine, her name is Katarina Augustus, the new store manager. I have her filling your absence; the business continues Olivine unless it is the end of the world." She shrugged.
"Thanks for the sermon; I'll wait until the day."
"Funny Olive," she grinned, paying as her phone vibrated.
"I'll be gone again, for two weeks, attending some charity events. You knew the rules of what our last name stands for."
"Fine," she replied, shrugging in a depressing face.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
