Several weeks have passed since Olivine decided to visit Katarina in the penthouse suites. She managed to keep as far away as possible. But she ended up losing her inner battle—that combination of her intrusive thoughts created by her mind—she can't go against it whenever her emotions fuel it.
Olivine wanted to knock on herself using alcohol, distracting her inner dialogs not to bother the woman who was resting. She allowed her on Penthouse suites to rent entirely free, with an extended occupancy version of staying on her head as well.
"Miss Katarina..." Octavia appeared on the front door of the penthouse suites, where she is currently staying, recovering and healing her stabbed wound.
"Miss Octavia..." Mentioning her name, opening doors wide, letting her inside.
"Have you received my emails?" she asked politely, letting herself inside.
"Yes, I read all few, but I didn't expect you would pay a visit today this early," Katarina replied with a warm smile, while Octavia politely smiled back at her.
"I'm sorry, I come an unannounced," she said. Following Katarina, Octavia eventually stopped looking ahead, seeing her cousin Olivine sitting on one of the huge couches in the living area.
Olivine slowly stood up and took a few steps forward, noticing her both hands were in her side pockets. Katarina Walk rushed towards her, holding her arm. Worried and scared they might end up killing each other for good this time.
"No, it's okay, we're good." Olivine, both her hands raised up in the air, surrendering, walked closer to Katarina, straight-looking her in the eyes.
"It's all good. It's all good," she said, repeating words to make Katarina calm, taking her hands she sees shaking but still Olivine being gentle as she is to her.
"It's good to see you, Octavia," she said calmly in front of Katarina, being nervous and speechless.
Thinking who will help to break them in case they start throwing slaps and punches again.
"We're cool, Miss Katarina," Octavia reassuring her, noticing she's still nervous.
Ferguson women share all the same genes they carry aside from being tall; they all have the looks that everyone notices them in the crowds. Katarina, seeing and observing them is not that hard and impossible not to fall, especially those women who also love women. This time she can't help herself thinking about how she will manage to stop them. In case they started to fight again.
"Olivine, can I talk to Miss Katarina for a second?" asked politely, using her charm to Olivine.
Olivine only had her blunt face towards her, like she's studying her in plain sight. They are all aware Octavia is a smooth talker and a charmer amongst them. Reasons why Katarina confuses her noticing Olivine shifts her mood and her demeanor.
"Yes, sure, I'll go to the lobby so you two can talk," Olivine said, making space for them.
Giving Katarina peace of mind, she still remembers the face, what she saw, and what happened before between them.
"Oliv..." Katarina calls her name but doesn't say much; instead, she has the face towards her, and that speaks a lot.
Looking her in the eye level, Olivine still didn't say any, but she peacefully left the room after she took glances at her cousin, who had a warm smile on her. Katarina only touches her arms, being concerned, watching peacefully, and leaving without saying a word.
Olivine stopped on the door holding the long stainless handle bar while one hand was in her trousers pocket. Taking glances towards Octavia, signaling two finger gestures pointing on her eye towards her.
Saying she will be watching her, Octavia only responds with a thumbs up, smiling. Makes Katarina more nervous—those subtle moves of being unpredictable Olivine.
Katarina is looking at her in a snap; she can't read Olivine at all. Moments before Octavia arrived, she's being fully with her. Standing there between them, she was like Olivine, whom she knew was instantly gone; all she sees is a wall putting a mask on a cold, stoic person, which is sometimes very confusing on Katarina side.
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"Miss Katarina, it's fine. Take a deep breath; it's just us," comforting words form her.
"I want to share a little, me and Olivine; we got a history before when we were young and silly teenagers," Octavia recalls smiling as she followed Katarina and seated beside on the couch.
"Uh?" Octavia paused, clearing her throat, and started pulling her pen.
"Let me guess, you fell in love with the same woman?" Katarina gently smiled.
"No, we bullied each other when we're teenagers. Don't worry, that was a long time ago," Octavia said, starting to place a few paper documents on the mini glass table in front of them.
"Well, we shared a few crushes, including her late wife, Maddison." She continued placing a few more documents.
"Can I ask a question? I mean, it's personal, but... "Katerina came hesitant.
"About her late wife Madison?" Octavia said in anticipation.
"Maddison is the best friend of my cousin Ofelia, whom she had a crush with, and eventually she became her wife," Octavia said.
"Maddison, she's older, right?" another question from her curiousity.
"Yes, just a few years, not that long age gaps," Octavia said, making herself comfortable in her seat after she presented all the documents that needed to be signed.
"Thank you for answering Miss Octavia," Katarina said, starting to pick up the pen to sign the documents placed in front of her.
"Call me Octavia," she said with a nod, looking at her for conformity.
"By the way, why you asked about her late wife? Is something bothering you?" Octavia initiated the conversation out of curiosity on her side.
"Let me tell you, that Olivine you see now? She's not the Olivine before, believe me," Octavia said, shaking her head and hinting at her.
"I see Olivine in my own ways," Katarina insisted, while she continued signing papers, Octavia pointing one by one.
"Is she courting you?" Octavia asked more piled questions to her.
"No, she isn't courting me," Katarina took a glance away. She instantly noticed the frustration in her.
"Why, she doesn't make any move to you?" Octavia being herself, interrogating in her charming ways to the poor Katarina.
"No, she isn't," she paused, looking at her.
"Olivine, just being here with me; she doesn't make any moves, talk, or say anything," Katarina told what's going on between them and their relationship.
"Hmmm...Olivine as always..." Octavia sighed, sounded disappointed.
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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...
