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

her bend down to pick up

reached for the pieces, another bowl slipped from the counter and

he said firmly,

leave but stepped on a

"Ouch."

candlelight, Felix saw the

frown deepened as he pulled her

pain, instinctively clung

several times to hold

the couch as Felix lit

toes curled,

calm as he disinfected

his gaze, she bit her lip, "It

placed the iodine on the coffee

dishes. When the power's back,

He swept up the broken pieces and

it seemed effortless

minutes, keeping her gaze

Power was still out.

perked up when he asked, "Want an

"Sure."

two oranges from the fridge, sitting beside her on the

candlelight that made

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

growing up?"

"No."

sour orange tasting sweet in her

a car or a house, and I don't care how much

myself, but we could still make a good

"You don't likethat

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

books on finance, she felt he wouldn't

through her lack