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.

face, but then she accidentally knocked

at the kitchen door, Felix watched her bend down to

another bowl slipped

firmly, "Step out, I'll do

leave but stepped on a shard, cutting her

"Ouch."

the droplets

as

unsteady from the pain, instinctively

tensed, he blinked several times

she sat on the couch as Felix lit another candle and

toes curled,

as he disinfected the

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

the iodine on the

finish the dishes. When the

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

seemed effortless for

ten minutes,

Power was still out.

the couch, perked up when he asked, "Want

"Sure."

fridge, sitting beside her

it was the soft candlelight that made his hands look

a moment, then asked, "Felix, you really don't have a girlfriend? Never

growing up?"

"No."

heart fluttered, the sour orange tasting sweet in her

me. I don't need a car or a

rich myself, but we could

replied quickly, "You don't

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

on finance, she felt he

her