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.

but

the kitchen door, Felix watched her bend down

pieces, another bowl slipped from the counter and

irritation, he said firmly,

to leave but stepped on a shard, cutting her

"Ouch."

the droplets

frown deepened as

the pain, instinctively clung to his

body tensed, he blinked several times

the living room, she sat on the couch as Felix

curled,

as

gaze, she bit

the iodine on the coffee

finish the dishes. When the

He swept up the broken pieces and rolled

seemed

ten minutes, keeping her

Power was still out.

the couch, perked up

"Sure."

fridge, sitting beside her on

soft candlelight that made his hands

her chin in her hand, she watched him for a moment, then asked, "Felix, you really

growing up?"

"No."

orange tasting sweet

need a car or a

rich myself, but we could still make a

quickly, "You don't likethat

like him that deeply—his face was her favorite thing

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