Vestige of a Kiss...

Avatar Author: Eve I am a college student, firstly; a lover of both the conventional and the unorthodox. Dichotomies in fiction particularly fascinate me - with the concept of opposites attracting and whatnot. Otherwise, art remains to ... Read Bio

Small things – such as the unwashed dishes on the counter, or the dirty undergarments thrown on her side of the bed – irritated him. He would look around the house, noticing each and every single thing left unfinished, undone, until he would nearly burst a vein in frustration. It seemed he couldn’t go anywhere without a reminder of how horrid the house was. How could she have left it in such a state? How could she insist on torturing him like this?
He clenched his teeth as he piled the smelly clothes in a hamper and did the laundry himself. He growled as the floors were swept with his own more efficient garage broom. The vein in his temple throbbed mercilessly as the bathrooms were cleaned, the rugs vacuumed, and the furniture finally dusted.
But as he gathered the dishes for washing and began to scrub them with more force than was necessary, a single, slim wineglass caught his eye. He needed only one glance at its rim, before he dissolved into wrenching sobs.
There, upon the glass, was her lipstick.

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  1. Avatar RoseTone ~LoA~

    I got the title at the end.

    Saddening way of dealing with grief – turning that emotion into anger at the one who is gone.

    It seems as if they might not have always gotten along, but underneath any problems was true regard and affection. That he was perhaps slow to show…

    Adding in the tags with the story – her death appears to have been sudden – an accident of some kind?

  2. Avatar Eve

    Yes, it is. Thank you. I did imagine her to die in a crash or something – the couple had perhaps gotten into a week-long fight, in which nothing was done, and in going out with a friend, she might have died upon the cars colliding in the dark.

  3. Avatar Jae

    I missed this one. Heart-wrenching once I understood the premise. I think a lot of guys hide their grief behind a mask of anger. It’s an easier emotion because it doesn’t appear as weak, though it’s just as damaging.