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.

her face, but then she accidentally knocked over a

at the kitchen door, Felix watched her bend down to

another bowl slipped from the counter

he said firmly,

Carol turned to leave but stepped on a shard, cutting her

"Ouch."

candlelight, Felix saw the droplets of blood on the

deepened as he pulled

pain, instinctively clung to

tensed, he blinked several times to hold back

the living room, she sat on the couch as Felix lit another candle and examined her

toes curled,

remained calm as

couldn't help giggling, meeting his gaze, she

placed the iodine

dishes. When

him return to the kitchen. He swept up the broken pieces and rolled

seemed effortless for

finished in ten minutes,

Power was still out.

on the couch, perked up

"Sure."

from the fridge,

candlelight that made his hands look even more

her hand, she watched him for a moment, then asked, "Felix, you really don't have

growing up?"

"No."

the sour orange tasting

don't need a car or a

but we could still make a

replied quickly, "You don't

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

watching him cook, clean, surrounded by books on finance, she felt he

through her