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.

minute with closed eyes, Philip spoke, "Don't sleep

"But..."

"No buts."

fished a piece of biscuit from

of frustration and pity. After such a significant incident, Phil seemed unaffected, not realizing

a woman twice

Philip as he felt

now on, just do what makes

bewilderment crossed Phil's face; then he said without hesitation, "As long as you're happy,

left speechless. Phil returned to his crumbled biscuit as if

still understood nothing, still taking Philip's

The staff here were the lowest of the low,

They all wore the suniform: white hazmat suits

was growing restless; Dylan and Walter

lan gathered this was just a tiny corner of it.

a place off-limits to the likes of

looking to select a few people to transfer to another

to general experiments, and those who passed certain

saw his chance and volunteered to help with the transfers, shadowing

the suniforms. He overheard the person in front leading

these folks are for the

Doctor's coming out of seclusion? But what

madwoman's got

it, the Doctor is not someone you lot

Who was that? While lan pondered this, the

man glanced at lan, "What are you still

hear, and the man quickly answered the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally? Yes, of course.

gate for you."

no longer had tto deal with lan and hurried to a massive door. As the

Doctor of