I never knew it hurt like this with a woman...
Katarina tried to move her body beneath the sheets, feeling herself completely naked. She starts to feel the ache in between; she curls a little and presses her stomach.
Oliv...how many times...ugh…f*ck...I can't walk...
A growl in frustration creeps in but is replaced. Seeing the sunlight peeking on the curtains as the air played with it. Looking around, Olivine is nowhere in sight. Assuming she went to the Sinclair Mansion, continue to work.
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Overtime held Olivines, and she ended up using the hammock attached to these scaffoldings on each end. It serves as a resting place in the area. Laying there, leaving her hanging as well as her mind floating, watching the very high ceiling above. Glowing as what Sin wants it to be, just like a night sky above. Having the light on its own, the pinned lights doing the magic work, and the paints mixed with glowing reflection when light hits. Meeting halfway and creating its own little magic.
Olivine is thinking, where did Sinclair get this idea? Remembering, Katarina said she's a pilot, and she sees many beautiful things up there. Olivine folded her arms, watching their work almost halfway done.
Olivine witnesses to see the wonders and beauty in the night skies on the ceiling. Pinned lights started to enhance and make the ceiling glow as Olivine added layers of paint each day. Like admiring someone's work, detaching oneself the struggles of the detachment that she cannot get rid of. A CPTSD is making waves in her brain, with few intrusive thoughts visiting and creeping in.
Two weeks have passed, she estimated, and the work is almost halfway through. A month timetable is enough, except if they requested a few more adjustments.
Olivine is staring at the ceiling and decides to get up. Climbing up those scaffoldings, she is sitting on those plank boards on top of those scaffoldings, leaning her back on those stainless metals surrounded by several ropes and a few tall ladders and harnesses that Josh and Kin used as they have finishing touches on the surface. Installing those other safety equipment in there as they do their work.
Sitting alone, her mind afloat, is her way of escaping reality. Until her phone receives a notification, checking it is her best friend Otara. Wiping tears on her cheeks, she realizes that she needs family the most.
Thinking of her sister is, cannot be reached, wondering where the hell she is. Even though she's making her so annoyed, still she misses her. Like she has all the solutions in the world. Admiring her for a second, one of the traits of women Ferguson's are headstrong and annoyingly stubborn. That few who possess, and Ofelia is one. Olivine kept her phone inside her trousers pocket.
Preparing herself to leave the place, looking at her skin and her hands. Reaching the car to change clothes, choosing sweatshirts to hide those dried paints. Looking in the head mirror using sprays on her neck, removing several smudges in it.
She cannot help that paint will be dripped on her, since she's covering the entire ceiling and meticulously hand-painting each detail using the harness that is attached to her.
Maneuver where those parts need to be more up close. Comparing those sidewalls, she can sit on those planks of wood piled on the scaffolding. Empty paint cans and sprays rumbled on the ground; it seemed someone was in there. Stepping in those cans, she looked down.
"Who's there?" she asked from where she was, looking down.
"It's me…" Maddison appears from the corner, looking up. She held those handlebars and started climbing up where Olivine stood.
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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...
