Olivine is looking up at a sunny, clear blue sky. Wearing her sports bra and a bun-style hair placed on top of her head. A boxing short, paired with sports shoes. Taking a jog around the vicinity of the house mansion. She stopped sitting on the fountain located at the front center of the house, surrounded by the garden.
Started noticing those trees, air playing with the leaves. She looked at the front house, a four-heavy porch-like pillar of the building. Painted it white as Ofelia wanted it and placed yellow lights to enhance its beauty at night. It reminds me of a sun rising and its strength, capable to do things and achieve things. Despite those material things and having it all. Coping with the pain that painted on each of their hearts. Olivine is facing the deep loss of her parents and the loss of her dear, loving wife.
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“Breathe…" She whispered while closing her eyes. Gathering her thoughts for a few more moments. Olivine started to feel something. Noticing it's been quite a while now, the feeling of numbness is creeping on her chest, wrapping her soul like a blanket. Unconsciously placing her hand on her chest, feeling the numbness, trying to understand her grief.
"Katarina, what are you doing to me? Don't feel pity on me. Don't nurse my wounds that have already been sealed with a scar. I don't need your care or any affection from you. How to have a fresh start if people kept seeing me this way. What to do if I don't feel anything? I tried to be patient with myself. Not forcing to pretend something, which is I am not.” After the deep dive, thoughts ended up with a sighed.
“The only thing in my mind right now that it keeps repeating is sensing the familiar, your warm skin next to mine. I won't deny that feeling you gave to me, Katarina. We don't speak, but those signals you gave, I collected,” she added.
* * *
“Miss Ferguson, it's been a while; I didn't see you here," said the lady with a very warm smile on her. “Yes, Rebecca,” she replied, nodding back at her. “If you like, I will set you another schedule of sessions for the art class; this time it's a one-on-one coaching,” she offered. “Rebecca, thank you for the offer. It's been so great being a student and to be in with your class,” Olivine said.
“I just wanted you to find that zest in life once again, Olivine, as your coach, aside from the fact that you're my long-time student. I see how vibrant and colorful your soul was before, and it breaks my heart to witness that color; it went dark, gray, and cold, empty. "Rebecca was holding herself as she said those things in front of her.
“Does Ofelia know about my paintings? “Olivine stirred away being emotional by looking at the paintings that are placed on the walls. “No, she hasn't yet, "she said, composing herself. “She will be freaked out and be hysterical again," Olivine said nonchalantly. “Let's have some tea, Olivine, if you like. "Rebecca offered, “Sure, of course, you're my best coach and teacher and a person to vibe with.” Olivine complimented seeing her it warm her heart. "Okay, let's have at the back,” Rebecca said, showing the way. One of the staff quickly replaced her at the cashier.
* * *
“When my husband died, I didn't talk to anyone, not even a single word to my children until one day. I find myself a paintbrush and start brushing on the wall. That started my canvass.” Rebecca paused and took a little sip of her tea.
“The numbness is like a gray cloud shading the bright colors of a flower in the garden,” Olivine said. The windchimes took their attention towards the door.
“Rebecca, excuse me, there's a customer asking for another stock of paintings she wanted to buy; same artist; are we still in stock of it? "The cashier asks, waiting, holding the door open.
“Excuse me a moment, I'll have some chat." Rebecca stood up and followed her cashier. Olivine was sitting there waiting. She decided to pick one of Rebecca's paint brushes and started mixing little those colors in the palette, a single stroke on a brush on a canvas beside the table.
“Oh, hi, Miss Katarina. "Rebecca was welcoming with enthusiasm. They forgot to close the door behind her. She quickly saw Olivine in there sitting. Katarina was stunned by what she saw.
“How may I help you, Miss Katarina? ”She tried to gain her attention.
“Uh, I would like to ask if there's another painting by the same artist. ”Katarina didn't leave her eyesight to Olivine sitting there holding those tiny brushes.
“We only had one left, Miss Katarina; the artist is taking a break as of now,” Rebecca said calmly, making very short details about it.
“Can I ask some personal questions? "“Katarina said, looking at Rebecca curiously.
“The artist you are referring to is that her? ”Katarina said, looking directly towards Olivines. Rebecca looked on the back, and she slowly closed the door.
“Uh, I'm so sorry she's a very private person,” Rebecca said awkwardly. “Oh, that's okay; I don't mind. I am just asking anyway.
“Katarina smiled. “I'll take the last one to be delivered to the gallery by tomorrow. Is that okay? ”Katarina, sign the check and leave after.
* * *
“Hi Olivine, I'm so sorry about that,” Rebecca said, pulling her chair closer to the canvass.
"No, it's okay. Do you think it's business at the end of the day?” Olivine keeps brushing.
“Uh Wait," Rebecca stunned, looking at the meticulous colors on the canvas. “I'm sorry?” Olivine looked at her. “How did you blend those colors? It looks surreal.” Rebecca is in awe.
“Ah, its a long story, but I have this friend whose husband raised hands on her.” Olivine continued blending the colors.
“I gave her a concealer to cover those hit marks in her skin and pretend nothing happened to gain her self-esteem. That concealer was mine; I use that for my skin when I get bumps or bruises on my exercises,” she continues.
“I saw how she blended the concealer on those black spots on her skin; the technique is simple yet very meaningful to me; I wasn't paying attention to that until I—"Olivine stops.
"Rebecca, are you okay? ”Olivia looked at Rebecca in her tears, looking at the canvass.
“Uh? ”Olivies confused, “reminds me of my husband's," Rebecca wiping her tears looking at the mini canvas in front of her.
"Here, take a look.” Rebecca pulled the drawer, showing a little picture on it.
“I just saw the imagery somewhere, and it looks to me very wonderful to paint a little version of it,” Olivine innocently said.
“Did I create a mess? ”She added.
“Oh no, no, dear, just perfect." Rebecca is overwhelmed by it.
“Keep it; it's yours,” Olivine motioned, her hands smiling. Rebecca hugged her, wiping her tears of joy.
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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...
