A calm morning in Olivine's window, the warmed on the bed and sheet beneath soothed her. Seeing the leaves on the trees gently sway as the sun shines hitting it's leaves, sun lights peaking towards her room reflecting on the floors and her bed.
"Katarina," a whisper came out of her mouth.
Reaching her phone to check if there's emails and messages popping in. There's none, except the unusual message appears.
"See me at seven tonight, Olivine," a message that has appeared on her phone with an unregistered number. A few moments later, her phone rang, and the same number appeared.
"Hello? And who is this?" A hesitant voice from her asking.
"Aiden Katarina's husband," the other phone hangs up, then after it vibrates.
Olivine rolled her eyes in frustration; she knew it; his voice came familiar.
* * *
Olivine arrives at the gallery; the scent welcomes her, and that scent never gets old every time she shows up at the place. It's one of her sweetest memories growing up with her parents, who are still alive working at the gallery. Exhibits being held once and every month, paintings after paintings being displayed where Olivine always mesmerized.
She even secretly enrolled herself in an art class. Not allowing anyone knew, for her to tone down the high expectations from friends, most of them her family, and being pressured to be an artist. She chose to be a lowkey despite the success of the Collectors Gallery. Remembering those childhood days, always come and visit the gallery's paintings.
Sitting on the couch of her office, several employees passing by, including Josh and Katarina, with several customers, she entertains them. Being anxious and agitated by the message, she has received it the moment she wakes up.
Placing checks on her every hour outside her office, she pretends to walk past and looks on her side of the hallways to Jewelry when she gets a chance. Olivine obviously gets it, but she's keeping her peace towards the situation even if she keeps tabs on her.
The frustration she felt on their marriage witnessing morning apart is getting her nerve sometimes. It pisses her off because of the idea that it has nothing to do with herself. Except Katarina is a battered wife to Aiden.
Olivine was aware that Katarina was so done with him long before she took the opportunity to work. She has a right to do things right for herself, her minor kids, and most of herself. It has nothing to do with anyone, but it's her decision to end a miserable life with a man who cheated and raised hands on her when he doesn't get what he wants.
"Olivine..." said the clearing throat in front of her, gaining her attention.
She was instantly startled to see Katarina standing in front, holding a coffee.
"Uh?" Olivine paused and took her feet down and took a proper seat. Katarina took a seat beside her, and Olivine looked outside to see if anyone might see them.
"I don't care if they see us," she said, Olivine only listens.
Olivine took the coffee she brings for her, taking a sip and taking her time. Katarina placed the black handkerchief on top of her leg.
"Thank you for bringing the groceries last night," she said. Olivine is only listening, not even looking at her. The façade to portray is not working this time; until her feet start twitching, Katarina noticed it.
"Something bothers you?" Katarina asked.
"I just missed my sister," Olivine said, masking her emotions with a big gulp on her side. Followed taking one more drink of her coffee.
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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...
