Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 30 "paint"

I took a step back from the world for me to find myself again. No one is responsible for mending my wounds until they turn into scars except my own. It's not favorable on someone else's part to unload all the burdens I carry.

I felt that part isn't right; you don't have to seek glue on a broken glass to make the glass a whole new again, just like in the past. Instead, set it aside and replace it to start a new; none is stopping me from doing so. Things need to go because they already have served their purpose. I think the purpose is to address how I felt, and it's valid. I am a human being. I feel pain—pain that everyone doesn't like to have. I didn't choose this, but I need to go through and own it.

I am not myself at all, not until I visited Rebecca's Art Shop and started to hold that paintbrush once again. I guess that's what I am trying to do with myself. Everything is on me; this is my life now. So I need to live with it, even defying someone else's rules. Painting makes me live again; no rules, only pouring my heart out. People kept mentioning a box; don't place ourselves in a box. The hell, that I didn't even know where the goddamn box is. Olivine sighed, shaking her head a little.

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"It's been days; I kept waiting on you at the gallery." Katarina's voice caught Olivine's attention. As she rose from the water at the end of the swimming pool. Katarina took the towel, gave it to Olivine, and stood there. 

Whom is she directly staring into her eyes? A gesture of silent confrontation towards her. Olivine pressed the towel on her face to dry. A black sports bra paired with black boxer shorts, making a bun on her wet hair.

Katarina still stood there observing her, taking time to have a conversation with her.

"Don't just exist because of your last name, Olivine; you need to live for it for the people who work under it." A long, aggressive sermon from her ended up with a smirked response on Olivine's part. 

Wiping her skin to dry, sitting on the edge of one of the several lounge chairs nearby the pool, grabbing a whole new bottle of whiskey placed on top of the table. 

Katarina saw a tall young woman who looked like a ramp model in her two-piece bathing suit, holding a plate of fruit and cheese placed beside several empty bottles of wine on top of the longue chairs. The table was full of unpacked boxes of pizza, a few with a little box of cakes. Beneath had several butts of cigarettes on the ground.
Katarina held herself, looking at the scene.

Imagine she had a very young woman beside her that was supposed to be her, as her mind perceived it.

"Looks like you have an unwanted visitor," the young woman said, sitting beside her.

Tracing Olivine's lips in front of Katarina, those words stroke her ego, but Olivine only looks at her. 

"I need to go," she whispered, kissing her cheeks and wiggling her fingers to say goodbye. Olivine only looked at her and went inside the house.

"What does my sister want now?" She smirked, took a bottle, and drank like water in front of Katarina. Olivine didn't have much more of a taste of it, just like a liquid that quenched her throat. Wanting to feel something and taking herself back to reality. 

"My sister's is now having her attention to Orianna, her new older sister, and thank God for that, because I escaped her presence like a mother," Olivine added and took another big gulp on the bottle.