Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Tyler sat right there on the ground, not bothering to brush off the dust that clung to his fine suit. He didn't get up immediately, just stayed perched on the top step, lost in thought.

Athena reached out to help him, but he pulled away.

"Athena, look at the moon tonight."

She glanced up. The moon was bright and clear, the kind of night that promised good weather tomorrow.

She stayed silent, and Tyler's tone grew suddenly cautious.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? Your name means 'goddess of the moon'-I thought..."

Before he could finish, Athena turned on her heel and walked off.

Panic flashed across Tyler's face as he scrambled after her, but he'd had too much to drink. Still tipsy, he misjudged his step and tumbled down the stone stairs, rolling all the way to the bottom.

Athena had known Tyler for years, but she'd never seen him so utterly disheveled. His suit was filthy, and when he tried to get up at her feet, he winced and struggled, clearly hurt. He tried several times to stand, but his leg just wouldn't cooperate.

The sharp pain finally sobered him up. For the first time that night, he realized this wasn't some drunken dream-Athena was really here.

Her voice softened. No matter how upset she was, Athena couldn't bring herself to be cruel to someone so badly hurt-not even a stranger.

"Come on. I'll take you to the hospital."

Tyler didn't argue. He followed quietly, doing whatever she said.

to Athena's hand, refusing to let go, as if convinced she'd

doctor and asked, "How long will he

"He'll need crutches for

went to buy the crutches. When she returned to the hospital room, Tyler was staring out the window, lost in

the crutches beside his bed. "Here. Use these. If it's too hard to manage, have one of your

"Athena."

She paused. "Yeah?"

you

a

Tyler felt, the more spiteful his words

tell me he's dead already? Died young?

words left his mouth than a splash of warm water hit his face, soaking his hair and

wiped his face

bloodless, her

eyebrow had he hit a

dead? .

s

would never love him,

dead, and you can't find him so you've come to me instead the stand in Pathetic Athena I used to think he was still alive. No wonder you're willing to waste your time on

s

met his gaze for a long moment, then turned and walked out, her

as the hospital

table. He lit