Innocense Through Crimson-Coloured Glasses

A Date

                        "The stars." A tall woman said as she leaned into a metal railing for support. A pair stood on a high cliff, viewing the city below. The woman's curves were hugged tightly by her shoulderless red velvet dress. Her lengthy black hair sat on her left shoulder, the rest flowing down her back.
                          "What dear?" The man beside her responded, wrapping his arm around her waist. His navy blue turtleneck fitted him just so his chest's muscles imprinted through.
                          "The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?" The woman stated, mesmerized by the city's view. "If you would take me out more, maybe these sweet moments wouldn't be so rare."
                             "Lydia, you know damn well why we can't always be together. Right now I have a whole situation with Plant Three to deal with and I'm here with you. Can't you just be grateful for one second of your life?"
                              "Fine. If you want to go with those fools and play with your toy guns then fine. I'M NOT HOLDING YOU BACK SALVADOR GO!" Lydia screamed at her husband, her green pupils seemingly growing insane in her husband's eyes.
                              "Are you crazy? Plant Three was just held up and four of my men are dead! Do you not understand the pressure I am under? Right now you are the least of my prob-" Cutting Salvador's speech off, Lydia slapped him across his right cheek. A few seconds after the assault, a pink hand silhouette imprinted on his cheek. The vision in red burst into flames as she turned to leave, flashing her hair in the man's face. The middle-aged woman a little into her forties had a vibrance about her that made her seem the picture of youth.
                          "Where are you going Lydia?"
                          "Anywhere but here." Lydia uttered. The tall figure stared intently into his wife's eyes. He knew he was wrong; sensitivity had never been his trait.
                         "We are on top of a cliff, the car is far from here. What do you want to do Lydia? I have the keys."
                         "Then I'll jump! I'd rather kill myself than be near you."
                           "You don't mean that."
                           "I feel as if I'm speaking to a complete stranger. Twenty-one years of marriage. I wasted twenty-one years of my life with you." As she spoke her back turned to the man. A few tears escaped the brim of her eyes.
                            "Don't you dare walk away from me. You are still my wife."
                            "No, I'm not." Lydia turned to face him as she spoke. Salvador stared at the woman who had just uttered his worst fear. His eyes grew wide, his mouth contorted into a disturbingly placed smile.
                            "Lydia, you know that isn't a choice. I made you very aware of this long ago. I'm sure the children wouldn't want to have to go to your funeral."
                            "What's the point anyway? You never have time for me. We've basically divorced already, If you have even a little love left for me you would-" Before Lydia could finish, her husband pulled her in by the waist and gently placed his lips on hers. The woman felt compelled to pull away. She cursed herself internally as she slowly fell deeper into his embrace. The scent of his heavy cologne and his warm touch drew her in. The nostalgia his love brought her made her forget her troubles.
                         "I never stopped loving you amor." Salvador said to her, running his fingers through her hair.
                        "I love you, mi amor. Pero no debería haberme casado contigo." But I shouldn't have married you.