Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Abner hadn't actually forgotten his phone; it was just an excuse.

At the moment, his mind was a jumble, and he wasn't ready to head down just yet.

Going down meant they would have to part ways.

He looked down, thinking about lighting up a cigarette, but as he glanced at his reflection on the glass wall beside him, he put the

cigarette back in the pack. He didn't want the scarf to catch the scent of smoke.

He lingered upstairs for seven or eight minutes before slowly making his way down.

Shirley had been working overtrecently, preparing for a course out of town. After pulling two all-nighters, she had dosed off,

her head resting on the steering wheel.

When Abner opened the car door, she didn't wake up.

He slid back into the passenger seat and quietly shut the door.

Only then did he lean in for a closer look at her.

Shirley's skin was flawless, and with her eyes closed, her eyelashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks.

Abner's gaze settled on her lips, naturally upturned at the corners, giving her a look of approachability, even in her sleep.

He hesitated for a few seconds, wanting to get closer, but then a tapping sound from outside the window startled him. Another car

was trying to get out, blocked by Shirley's parked vehicle.

Perhaps out of guilt, Abner sat up straight in an instant.

at the time, and brushed a few strands of hair

didn't you wake me?

"No, nothing."

gas pedal, and

entrance, and Abner asked, "How long will you be

three days

more, but Shirley's phone rang. It was the man she was supposed

apologized for being stuck in traffic, then gestured for Abner to get

But Abner didn't move.

ending the call,

you known this blind date

laugh escaped her, "Well, if I knew him well, would he still be

mine were

know? If you're going to marry, shouldn't it be someone you really know,

acquainted with

around me, I probably would have been married by now, and my mom

nagging."

"There is someone."

was too

if to ruffle his

her hand and firmly placed it

as if on fire. She wanted to

felt the softness of his hair, while her hand's

turned delicate

of pause. She curled her

towards the nearest windows, left and right,

No words were exchanged.