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

bend down to

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

his irritation, he said firmly, "Step out,

leave but stepped on a

"Ouch."

candlelight, Felix saw the

as he

pain, instinctively

blinked several times

living room, she sat on the couch as Felix lit

toes curled,

remained calm as

she

placed the iodine

When the power's back, I'll walk you

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

seemed

minutes, keeping her

Power was still out.

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

"Sure."

from the fridge, sitting beside her on

soft candlelight that made his hands look even

watched him for a moment, then asked, "Felix,

growing up?"

"No."

sour orange tasting sweet in

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

but we could still

quickly, "You don't likethat

truly like him that deeply—his face was her favorite thing

him cook, clean, surrounded by books on finance, she felt he wouldn't always work

her lack of