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Aurora Carter pushed open the door to The Raven's Nest, the familiar green neon sign casting a soft glow on her face. The bar was dimly lit, the walls adorned with old maps and black-and-white photographs that seemed to whisper stories of the past. She took a deep breath, the scent of aged wood and whiskey filling her lungs, and stepped inside. Silas Blackwood stood behind the bar, his grey-streaked auburn hair catching the light as he polished a glass. He looked up, his hazel eyes meeting hers, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Rory," he greeted, his voice warm and gravelly. "It's been a while." "Hey, Si," she replied, her own smile mirroring his. "Thought I'd drop by for a drink." "Always welcome here," he said, setting the glass down and reaching for a bottle of whiskey. "The usual?" "Yeah, thanks." As Silas poured her drink, Aurora scanned the room. It was a quiet night, a few regulars scattered at the tables, lost in their own worlds. She took a seat at the bar, her eyes lingering on the hidden bookshelf door that led to the secret room. Memories of clandestine meetings and whispered conversations flooded her mind. Silas slid the glass across the bar to her. "How's life treating you?" "Same old," she replied, taking a sip. The whiskey burned pleasantly down her throat. "Delivering food, trying to keep my head above water." He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "You always were a fighter." Before she could respond, the door swung open again, and a figure stepped inside. Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the tall, broad-shouldered man with sandy hair and piercing green eyes. It was Evan, her ex. The man she had left behind in Cardiff. Evan's eyes scanned the room, landing on her. For a moment, they both froze, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Then, he walked over, his steps measured and deliberate. "Rory," he said, his voice a mix of surprise and something else she couldn't quite place. "It's been a long time." "Evan," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "What brings you to London?" "Work," he said, taking a seat next to her. "Got transferred here a few months ago. Didn't expect to run into you." "Small world," she said, taking another sip of her drink. Silas watched the exchange with a keen eye, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions swirling around her. "So, how have you been?" Evan asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching. "Good," she replied, meeting his gaze. "Busy. You?" "Same," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Life's been... interesting." They fell into an uneasy silence, the years of separation and the pain of their past hanging between them like a ghost. Silas cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Can I get you a drink, mate?" "Sure," Evan said, glancing at the menu. "I'll have a pint of lager." As Silas moved to pour the drink, Aurora turned to Evan. "So, what kind of work brought you here?" "Corporate law," he said, his tone almost apologetic. "Not exactly thrilling, but it pays the bills." "Sounds... stable," she said, her voice tinged with irony. He chuckled, a sound that was both familiar and foreign. "Yeah, I guess it is." Silas placed the pint in front of Evan, giving Aurora a reassuring nod before moving to attend to another customer. Evan took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You look good, Rory. Different, but good." "Thanks," she said, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "You too." He leaned back, studying her. "I heard about what happened with your dad. I'm sorry." She nodded, the memory of her father's passing still a raw wound. "Thanks. It was... hard." "I can imagine," he said softly. "He was a good man." "Yeah, he was," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. They lapsed into silence again, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flashing before her eyes. The good times, the laughter, the love. And the bad times, the arguments, the pain. "Do you ever think about Cardiff?" Evan asked suddenly, his voice breaking the spell. "Sometimes," she admitted. "But it's in the past. I've moved on." "Have you?" he asked, his eyes searching hers. She met his gaze, her heart pounding. "Yes, I have." He nodded, a shadow of regret passing over his face. "I guess I haven't." The admission hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Aurora felt a pang of sympathy for him, but also a sense of relief. She had made the right choice, leaving him and the life they had built together. "I'm sorry, Evan," she said softly. "But I can't go back." "I know," he said, his voice resigned. "I just... I had to see you. To know that you're okay." "I'm okay," she assured him. "Better than okay, actually." He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I'm glad to hear that." They sat in silence for a while, the weight of their past slowly lifting. Aurora felt a sense of closure, a chapter of her life finally coming to an end. Silas returned, his presence a comforting reminder of the life she had built in London. "Everything alright here?" "Yeah," Aurora said, smiling at him. "Everything's fine." Evan stood, finishing his beer. "I should go. It was good seeing you, Rory." "You too, Evan," she said, standing as well. "Take care of yourself." "You too," he said, giving her one last look before turning and walking out of the bar. Aurora watched him go, a sense of peace settling over her. She turned back to Silas, who was watching her with a knowing look. "Closure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," she said, smiling. "Closure." Silas nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good. You deserve it." Aurora took a deep breath, feeling lighter than she had in years. She raised her glass to Silas, a silent toast to new beginnings. "To the future," she said, her voice filled with hope. "To the future," Silas echoed, clinking his glass against hers. As they drank, Aurora felt a sense of contentment wash over her. The past was behind her, and the future was full of possibilities. And for the first time in a long time, she felt ready to embrace it.