Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"

Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was

Philip. Had he messed up again?

He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.

"Philip."

The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped

at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.

"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"

"lI wanted you to be happy."

"Do you think that makeshappy?"

Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.

Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so

much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.

Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing

behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.

Once in the room, Philip stood by a cabfilled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.

would last for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip spoke,

"But..."

"No buts."

didn’t argue further. He fished a piece of biscuit from his pocket and began to crumble it, nibbling on

him, feeling a mixture of frustration and pity. After such a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

with a woman twice his age

he

now on, just do what makes you

he said without hesitation, "As long as you're

Phil returned to his crumbled biscuit as if to say,

still taking Philip's

days. The staff here were the lowest of

people or the deceased. They all wore the suniform: white hazmat suits and

growing restless; Dylan and Walter were clearly not in this

of conversation, lan gathered this was just

further in, a place off-limits to the

individuals arrived, looking to select a few people to

experiments, and those who passed

help with the transfers, shadowing

the suniforms. He overheard the person in front

it, these folks are for

out of seclusion? But what about that last big

got

not someone you

was that? While lan pondered this, the

you still doing here? Get

the man quickly answered the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally?

gate for you."

longer had tto deal with lan and hurried to a massive door. As the door slowly opened, an elegant

This was Sarah, Doctor