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.

crept across her face, but then she accidentally

door, Felix watched her bend down to pick up the shards

another bowl slipped from the counter and

firmly, "Step out, I'll

but stepped on a

"Ouch."

the candlelight, Felix saw the droplets

frown deepened as he pulled

from the pain, instinctively

body tensed, he blinked several

couch as Felix lit another candle and

curled, cheeks

calm as he disinfected the

she bit her lip, "It tickles a

disinfecting, Felix placed the iodine on the

finish the dishes. When the

to the kitchen. He swept up the broken pieces and rolled up his sleeves to wash

seemed

ten minutes, keeping

Power was still out.

on the couch, perked up when he asked, "Want an

"Sure."

fetched two oranges from the fridge,

candlelight that made his

him for a moment, then asked, "Felix,

growing up?"

"No."

orange tasting sweet

Seriously, consider me. I don't need a car or a house, and I don't care

could still make

"You don't likethat

didn't truly like him that deeply—his face was her favorite

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through her lack