Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 49 "walls"

Olivine, staring at different sizes of the paint brushes and the boxes of paints in every color piled and placed on the storage room, arrived a minute ago; Josh received them, and she requested quickly placing them in the storage area.

A several huge black canvass that is put on the side leaning the walls, crossing her arms watching it. Taking out her phone and reading the confirmation email from the supplier who makes and specializes in producing black canvasses for particular frames.

Katarina... I missed seeing you here at the Gallery. I couldn't help myself not to. I'll call myself a fool if not, but really, I miss you just like everyone here...

A deep sighed, pacing and stopped looking up. Submerged by her emotions, adding the thought fueling the turmoil inside.

I like to step forward and confess how I feel.
But the problem is I don't have something to offer, just like the mazed garden of my beloved Orianna; it's all dead. I felt dead inside, the insecure feeling that I had nothing to offer...

Words of her mind having a silent scream, Olivine dropped a tear on her left cheek. The realization hits her harder this time.

Your warmth, skin, hugs, and kisses. I find solace in your loving and kind words to me, and I end up sometimes being jealous...

I couldn't escape all of that. I started to get tired of dwelling on how I felt but thinking about what else I could do. I don't want another person to babysit me just like my fierce sister Ofelia...

I am tired of acting like I am being okay, nonchalant most of the time, but deep inside I can't feel any except when you place your hand on my arms. Holding my hand just as gloves perfectly fit. I felt the warm feeling of a priceless possession. Especially when you glide your hand on my leg unintentionally, assuming you are being naughty.

I felt that almost near my between, crazy as it sounds, but I felt something... I don't let anyone get near as close to me Katarina I didn't. Avoiding my mind will play tricks on me, but you showed me different.

Shaking head, recalling that moment.

I don't feel lust over, but the way you behave provokes me not to think things through...

Smiling at the idea of bringing out the naughtiness side of her. Olivine is leaning herself on the side walls, resting her back while crossing her arm on her chest, allowing her mind to float again.

A mannerism of coping through; an escapism is ways of her; she only knew not to be overwhelmed. She ended up always staring blankly at the mid-thin air-facing windows or being lost staring at paintings by just standing right there.

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A warm arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, gliding from her back to front. Woke her senses in her dreamy state. Olivine's mind became aggressive, turning herself quickly, and she grabbed whoever the person was and pinned it to the wall she's leaning on. To her surprise, she saw Katarina shocked quickly. She released her from pinning her on that wall, inhaling her scent explodes and evades on her senses.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry! Don't sneak on me like that!" She said, stepping away from her hands placed up on the air surrendering.

"I told you before I don't let anyone get near me," she hissed.

"Except me?" she replied, smiling.

Olivine walked closer to her. Starts holding her hands and gently pinning it back on the wall. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, as she looked down as if she were pretending to be closing her eyes, avoiding her gaze. Confused where to look, it's either leveling on her eyes or the cleavage on her office dress showing.