Olivine is sitting on the couch, taking glimpses at the clock hanging on the wall. She started to gather her things, including her favorite paint brushes, pallets, and other tools that she uses to paint. Placing them in their designated places inside a specific box made for it.
Looking at Katarina and Ofelia, it seemed they were discussing a few things at the corner in the hallways while giving orders to Josh and the other staff members lifting some of the boxes.
Olivine silently watched them outside, all going back and forth observing through her glass walls in her office. They seemed to be sorting things out before Katarina leaves the Gallery.
Olivine continues gathering her things placed on the glass table in her office and sitting there, choosing and selecting what to bring.
* * *
"Leave this city tonight, goddamn it!"
A strong, very mean email message from her sister she received.
"God, that woman," Olivine sighed, shaking a little on her head in frustration, wiping her face both on her hands while closing the laptop.
"Katarina, would you like to pack some of your important things?" She asked.
"Or maybe talk to your mother first or do anything you like?" She asked.
"Or gather a few of your things as well, and we will be ready to go once it's done; we have three hours left," Olivine said, reminding her of the time while continuing to check her things, holding those selected tiny boxes to be placed on the trolleys.
"Okay, sure, I'll grab a cab," Katarina said. Olivine stood up and quickly held her hand.
"No, I'll drive you there, to your mother's house," she said sincerely in front of her. Olivine saw Josh walking past in the hallways pretending; he didn't see any.
"Oliv...wait a second," Katarina held her hand.
"Can we just pause for a second?" Katarina showed her face of concern.
"Are you hungry? Let's grab food along the way to your mom's and the kids too," she happily suggested.
"No, not yet, but yes, we will bring it home to them," she said, lowering her head.
"Oliv... recently I noticed, why are you being so aggressive?" she asked, directly pressing her hand. Taking the tip of her necktie, she examined, waiting for the answers.
"I'm good, Katarina," said the avoidant.
"Look, I won't go with you if you don't tell me what's wrong." Katarina leans her back on the couch, crossing her legs and arms. Daring Olivine if she doesn't speak.
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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...
