Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Waking up in the pitch-dark room, Zoey furrowed her brows in confusion. She was certain she hadn't turned off the light before bed. Who did?

Springing up from her bed, her gaze darted towards the single armchair beside her bed. There, amidst the dim glow from the streetlights outside, she recognized the figure seated in the chair. It was like a lightning strike in her brain. After running away for a day, she woke up to see Fitch?

Quickly, she reached for the lights, and there he was, Fitch, sitting on the armchair, though he looked a bit under the weather.

Instinctively, Zoey clutched the sheets, a wave of fear rushing from her feet to the top of her head.

Fitch remained silent, a cigarette dangling from his lips, unlit, as if he just needed something to chew on.

The cigarette was all bent out of shape from the pressure of his teeth. Seeing Zoey's shoulders shudder, he lowered his gaze, toning down his imposing demeanor.

"How about some oatmeal? It's still hot," he said, gesturing towards a small pot on the table nearby.

Only then did Zoey notice the pot, still keeping the oatmeal warm. Standing up, carrying the weariness of a long journey on his shoulders, Fitch seemed to have just arrived.

He took the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and sat beside the bed. "Eat something now that you're awake."

moment, Zoey couldn't quite figure him out. He didn't

their heartache outwardly, crying it out loud. But Fitch internalized his

same, though as a child, he still knew to

her. Fitch sighed in relief after feeding

if he lashed out, she would

forgive everything Fitch did, still in love with him. But the

seeing her lying there, he felt an overwhelming bitterness. She had run

It must

the

soaked jacket.

caught sight of the scarred, burn-like wounds on his back. They looked severe, possibly life threatening at the

widened. Definitely burns, severe ones. How had he gotten

felt it wasn't her place to ask, suddenly realizing there were many secrets Fitch seemed to bear. The last time

these marks, tossing the shirt

walked over, brought in