Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix barely touched his dinner, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Oblivious Carol didn't make the connection that he wasn't keen on sharing the meal with her.

Once the meal was over, she had no reason to stay, but she lingered, unable to bear leaving. Felix didn't say a word to keep her

there.

Eventually, Carol took the initiative, "Could you walkdown to hail a cab? I'm a bit scared."

Their neighborhood was quite secluded, and though there was a bus stop right outside, at this late hour, who knew if she'd run into

the kind of thugs she'd encountered before.

Just as Felix was about to nod, a clap of thunder rumbled outside, followed by a streak of lightning, and the power went out.

Darkness enveloped the room, accompanied by the storm outside.

Old houses were prone to tripping the circuit breaker. Felix fetched his phone for light, "Just sit for a bit, we'll leave when the

power's back."

Carol was only too glad to stay, "Got any candles?"

Felix rummaged through a drawer and lit a few candles before starting to clear the table.

Carol grabbed his hand, "Letclean up, you cooked, so I'll take care of the dishes."

He paused, tempted to shake her off, but refrained.

Eagerly, Carol began clearing the dishes to the kitchen, which was barely big enough for one person and pitch dark, save for the

light from the living room.

Felix placed a candle by the fridge.

For Carol, it was a experience - washing dishes on a stormy night with a man she fancied.

face, but then

kitchen door, Felix watched her bend down to

another bowl slipped

said firmly,

turned to leave but stepped on a shard, cutting her

"Ouch."

saw the

deepened as he pulled

unsteady from the pain, instinctively

tensed, he blinked several times to hold back

couch as

toes curled,

as he disinfected

meeting his gaze, she bit her lip, "It tickles

Felix placed the iodine on the

the dishes. When

up the broken pieces and rolled up his sleeves to

it seemed effortless for

minutes, keeping her

Power was still out.

the couch, perked up when he asked, "Want

"Sure."

oranges from the fridge,

soft candlelight that

for a moment, then asked, "Felix, you really

growing up?"

"No."

heart fluttered, the sour orange tasting

I don't need a car or a house, and I don't care how much you make. After all,

rich myself, but we could

quickly, "You

felt a pang of guilt; she didn't truly like him that deeply—his face was her favorite

books on finance, she felt he wouldn't

her lack