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

bend

pieces, another bowl

said firmly, "Step out,

leave but stepped on a shard,

"Ouch."

saw the droplets of blood

as

from the pain, instinctively clung to his

he blinked several times to hold back any

the couch

toes curled,

calm as he disinfected the

giggling, meeting his gaze, she bit her lip, "It tickles a

disinfecting, Felix placed the iodine on the coffee

the dishes. When the power's

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

it seemed

in ten minutes, keeping her

Power was still out.

comfortably on the couch, perked up

"Sure."

the fridge, sitting

the soft candlelight that made his hands look even more

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

growing up?"

"No."

the sour orange tasting sweet in her

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

we could still make a

"You don't

truly like him that deeply—his

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