Blue Collar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about a man. An affair, a discovery, and a death...

She is gentle today. Just like every other day. Her hands gently tug at my collar as she fixes it. I watch her as she buttons my shirt. Her tousled brown hair rippling over her shoulders, her chest rises and falls as she takes each breath. Her lips in a small smile, her long fingers trailing up to my neck. The sunlight from the window reflects on the mirror and shines on her face. Her soft skin glows in the morning light. When she is finished with the buttons, she fixes the sleeves and the collar again, straightens the bottom, and then puts her arms around my neck.

“Have a great day at work today.” She says, smiling at me. She kisses me on my cheek and I breathe in her scent. She brushes her cheek softly on mine. “I love you.”

She puts her arms down and smiles at me, then turns and heads downstairs. A ray of sunlight reflects on the crystal on her ring finger. I look down and stare at the identical ring on my hand.

. . .

Today is different. I feel it. Why is she so rough today? She tugs harshly at my blue collar. Her fingers pinch at my shoulders as she “fixes” the sleeves. She hasn’t spoken to me all morning. Why must she still be so beautiful? Why does her innocent beauty guilt me so? She does not put her arms around my neck, she does not whisper in my ear. Once she is finished she turns and walks away, not even sparing a single glance at me. Again, the sunlight hits the single solitary diamond embedded on her ring. All these years, she doesn’t know that the light hits it. All these years, she doesn’t know the secret I have been hiding.

Yes, I love her. I still do. Till one fateful day, temptation struck. An accident happened, and I have lived with that mistake all my life. I straighten the collar myself and follow her downstairs. She does not look at me. She does not wave at the door. All I do is drive away.

. . .

She is sad this morning. Her fingers slowly trail at the blue collar. Her grace has a sad lilt to it. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and she closes her eyes and rests her forehead on mine.

“Why did you do this to me?” she whispers. “She came over yesterday you know. Your son was with her.”

I stiffen, terrified.

“She didn’t know who I was.” She sighs. “Do you love her?”

I swallow. There was nothing left to hide. I had to tell her the truth. Even if it would hurt her.

“Yes.”

She opens her eyes, but doesn’t look at me. Tears are falling.

“How old is he?”

“Five.”

Her shoulders are trembling, but I have no right to touch her. I’ve hurt her enough. This is frightening. I expect her to shout, to throw things at me. I want her to call me names, hurt me physically as much as I had hurt her emotionally. But instead she’s here, holding me, touching me, crying bitter tears.

“Are you that much disappointed in me?” she asks. “Because we can’t have our own child?”

I am silent. I don’t know what to say.

“I have to go.” She says. “I have to clear my mind a bit.”

She puts her hands down and leaves the room, crying in her hands. I hear the front door close and I watch from the upstairs window as she shrugs into her coat. I sit down on the bed, guiltily contemplating on my actions. I cry. Only then do I realize how much I love her.

I write her a letter, hoping against hope she would come back to read it.

I wait…

. . .

I am lonely today. She is not here to fix my collar. She is not here to whisper in my ear. She is gone. I, myself, fix the collar of the dark shirt I am wearing today. Tears spring to my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. The sorrowful piano music calls me outside. Wiping the tears with the back of my hand, I hold the unread letter in my hand and head out.

My footsteps echo on the marble floor and fifty pairs of eyes follow me. I head up to the podium and unfold the letter in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I read it aloud to the crowd in front of me.

“Scarlet,” I say, but my voice cracks at saying her name. I clear my throat and continue. “I can think of no other way to say just how sorry I am for what I did to you. But let me make you realize just how much I love you, and how blind I was to see it. I’m sorry if I wasn’t that much of a good husband to you. The times when I forgot things, when I hurt you without apologizing. It was the little things that made me love you. But what I failed to realize, was when you fixed my blue collar everyday, you were trying to hold on to our dying love.

“You were trying to seize moments when we would be alone together. And now that you’re gone, I will miss the little things you used to do. The gentle way you used to touch me, the whispers in my ear, the smiles you used to give me, the looks your eyes made. You are the only person in the whole world who can do those small things, and can make me so enchanted with you. I realized it too late. I----.”

A lump comes to my throat and I choke. I cannot continue. So I step down and walk towards her. Her eyes are closed, you would think she was sleeping. She is wearing the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. I bend down to the coffin and whisper in her ear.

“I love you, Scarlet. And I’m sorry.”

Tears come to my eyes as I see her lying in that bed of white satin. My words had come too late.

She was gone…


Submitted: August 08, 2010

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isra arif

awwwwwwww. . . .soooo sad....i rally touched me i am noy just saying this....MARVELOUS!!!!

Sun, August 8th, 2010 5:33am

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thank you so much for commenting! :)))

Mon, August 9th, 2010 7:38pm

mjefferson

awwww sad but i like it

Sun, August 8th, 2010 5:41am

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thank you! :)))

Mon, August 9th, 2010 7:23pm

unknown girl

OMG if this was longer by a couple of paragraphs I swear I could have cried. Nice though it's sad. He could have lived happily with her. Well written:)

Sun, August 8th, 2010 7:54am

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i wanted to leave it hangin' on how and why she died. i'll leave the imagination to the readers. :)))

Mon, August 9th, 2010 7:16pm

Thelazybonez

Really good keep up the good work ;). lol

Sun, August 8th, 2010 4:37pm

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thank you. i will. :)))

Mon, August 9th, 2010 7:12pm

ladygothicka

OMG I cried ... so beautiful! Keep it up

Mon, August 9th, 2010 4:57am

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:))) thanks! and thank you for crying. :))) that means this story has depth. i want it to touch people.

Mon, August 9th, 2010 6:57pm

sceneskittles

that... was... amazing.

Mon, August 9th, 2010 6:12am

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thank you so much! :)))

Mon, August 9th, 2010 6:54pm

Da Rae

Wow...You're an amazing writer. Great job.
Da Rae :)

Wed, August 11th, 2010 2:37pm

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thanks! :)))

Wed, August 11th, 2010 7:53am

Graeme Montrose

Beautiful, great work

Fri, August 13th, 2010 8:17am

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thank you! :D

Fri, August 13th, 2010 4:50pm

Teddy

Hmmmm, intriguing. Not normally my chosen genre, but undoubtably well writen. You have a real talent for stillness that few else posses. It's calming, like still water, but seems to bode, although you can never be certain what presicely it bodes of. This story has real potential, and I will definitely keep reading. Well done.>

Mon, August 16th, 2010 1:00pm

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thanks so much. :))) your comment means a lot to me. i wanted the readers to figure out what it really was and let their imagination to wild. :D

Mon, August 16th, 2010 7:34am

stopgo

Wow, I'm a fan now :) Great work

Thu, August 19th, 2010 3:58pm

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thank you! :D

Thu, August 19th, 2010 9:35am

Bloodbond

You almost got me crying too...in my oppion I think she commited suicide...but still I was hooked after a few minutes.

Sat, August 21st, 2010 6:13am

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hahaha. you'll just have to make your imagination run wild. :D thanks! :)))

Sat, August 21st, 2010 1:08pm

vanya shekhar

the story was so sad... though i didnt cry but i do feel a little bad in my heart...especially coz scarlet died.. u hv got an awesome writing skill and i hope tht u write many more stories..luv ur work...:)

Sat, November 27th, 2010 11:34pm

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thanks so much! i really appreciate it.

Wed, December 8th, 2010 9:38am

headoverheels91

beautifully written touching story:)

Tue, March 29th, 2011 1:17am

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thank you. :)))

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:50pm

thedude

good way to catch the emotion between two people. you write well by keeping your audience interested. you used go word choice and grammar. Keep it up iwould really like to read more!

Tue, March 29th, 2011 6:50pm

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haha. thanks! ^^

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:51pm

nadine1993

Very touching, good descriptive writing - fair do's x

Wed, March 30th, 2011 1:08pm

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thanks! ^^

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:52pm

islander8

Amazing... I felt completely moved...especially since I have a close family member that can not have children. It's very sad to be in that position, the only thing is that it does not always have to end badly. Couples can overcome the problems - but you do hear of so many that can't - so sad...thanks for sharing

Wed, March 30th, 2011 2:03pm

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thank you so much for your comment. :)))

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:52pm

calasin

i actually cried. this was so filled with emotion and the way it was written meant that i felt every word! beautiful, absolutely beautiful!!

Fri, April 1st, 2011 11:38am

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thank you so much!! for reading and for crying. :))

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:53pm

rls9009

wow. beautiful. i loved it.

Sat, April 2nd, 2011 1:26pm

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thank you.

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:53pm

buttercream

Amazing, really touching and has a kind of tense air about it. 11/10!! :)

Sat, April 2nd, 2011 3:24pm

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ahaha. thank you so much!! ^^

Sun, April 3rd, 2011 3:54pm

lanchava

Beautifully written

Tue, April 5th, 2011 2:27pm

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thankssss... :)))

Wed, April 6th, 2011 6:28pm

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