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

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

she reached for the pieces, another

irritation, he said firmly, "Step out, I'll

Carol turned to leave but stepped on a shard,

"Ouch."

the candlelight, Felix saw the droplets

deepened as he

unsteady from the pain, instinctively

blinked several times to

the living room, she sat on the couch as Felix lit another

curled, cheeks

calm as he disinfected

gaze, she

Felix placed the iodine on

put, I'll finish the dishes. When

kitchen. He swept up the broken pieces and

seemed effortless for

minutes,

Power was still out.

sat comfortably on the couch, perked up

"Sure."

two oranges from the fridge, sitting beside her on

the soft candlelight that made his hands look even more

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

growing up?"

"No."

the sour orange

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

rich myself, but we could still

"You don't

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

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

saw through her