Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

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[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. Struggles to find herself again until her elder sister Ofelia hire a new Manager at the Collectors Gallery shop. Will this person help her to find herself again? that all she ever wanted is to disappeared but only she really wanted is to be found. ©2021 No part of this publication may be Ripped or Reproduce in any form from source or by mean without Prior Permission of the Author. All Characters that that appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. (Word Count - 107, 386 (Book written 11.2021) (Book finish - 4.30.25 Cover made by ~ THEWRITINGSTUDIO
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Bree doesn't do love anymore. Not since the accident. Not since the life she built was taken from her in the quiet blink of a moment. Now she keeps things simple. Drinks too much. Sleeps with women who don't ask questions. Keeps her heart buried somewhere between a barstool and the back porch. Then Harper comes back. The girl from summers past. The one who knew her before the world got sharp. Bree tells herself it's nothing. Just a ghost of a friendship. A familiar face passing through. But something's shifting. And the more she tries to ignore it... the more it demands to be seen. Some wounds don't scar over. Some hearts don't stay buried.

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