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The familiar chime of the bell above the door drew Rory's attention from the rows of liquor bottles lining the shelves behind the bar. As the heavy wooden door swung shut, her breath caught in her throat. There, silhouetted against the dim lighting, stood a figure she'd know anywhere - Eva. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Rory felt a tug of nostalgia, a bittersweet pang of recognition as she took in the changes time had wrought. Eva's once vibrant, youthful features were now etched with something akin to weariness. The carefree spark that had once danced in her eyes had been replaced by a guarded, almost haunted look. Without a word, Eva made her way to the bar, sliding onto the stool beside Rory. The air was thick with unspoken history, a tapestry of memories both cherished and painful. "Fancy meeting you here, Laila," Eva said, her voice barely above a whisper, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Rory's heart lurched at the old nickname, a relic from a lifetime ago. "It's Rory now," she replied, her own voice betraying a hint of unease. "Rory," Eva repeated, rolling the name around on her tongue as if testing its weight. "I like it. It suits you." Silas, ever the discreet bartender, glided over, a silent question in his hazel eyes as he regarded the two women. Rory gave a subtle nod, and he silently poured a glass of amber liquid, sliding it towards Eva. "Scotch, neat," Eva murmured, her gaze fixed on the glass, her fingers tracing the rim with a familiarity that spoke of a shared history. Rory watched, her own hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, as Eva took a slow, pensive sip. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, like a shroud between them. "So," Rory began, her voice betraying a slight tremble, "what have you been up to all these years, Eva?" Eva let out a mirthless chuckle, the sound devoid of any true mirth. "Oh, you know, the usual - running from my past, trying to outrun the ghosts that haunt me." She raised the glass to her lips, her eyes never leaving Rory's. Rory felt a pang of sympathy, her heart aching for the woman who had once been her dearest friend. "I'm sorry, Eva. I'm so sorry." The words felt inadequate, but she hoped they conveyed the depth of her remorse. "Don't be," Eva replied, her tone abrupt. "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault but my own." She took another sip, the amber liquid glinting in the low light. Rory hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. The air between them was thick with unspoken pain, a tangled web of regret and missed opportunities. She reached out, her hand hovering just above Eva's, an unspoken offer of comfort. Eva's gaze flicked down to Rory's hand, then back up to her face. For a moment, Rory caught a glimpse of the girl she had once known, the one with a smile that could light up a room. But it was fleeting, like a candle flickering in the wind. "You know," Eva began, her voice laced with a wistful melancholy, "I used to think that if I could just get away, leave everything behind, I'd be free. But the thing about ghosts is, they have a way of following you, no matter how far you run." Rory nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I know. Believe me, I know." She thought of her own demons, the ones she'd run from, the ones that still haunted her dreams. Eva's gaze softened, a silent acknowledgment of their shared burden. "It's been a long time, Rory. Too long." She took another sip, her fingers tightening around the glass. "I know," Rory replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never should have let you go." The words hung in the air, a confession laced with regret. Eva's eyes widened, just for a moment, before a veil of composure settled over her features once more. "It's not your fault, Rory. None of it is your fault." She reached out, her hand covering Rory's, the warmth of her touch sending a jolt through Rory's body. Rory felt a lump rise in her throat, the weight of unspoken emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry for everything." Eva gave her hand a gentle squeeze, her own eyes reflecting a lifetime of pain and longing. "We can't change the past, Rory. But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to move forward. Together." The words were simple, but they carried a world of meaning. Rory felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her, a spark that had long been extinguished. She nodded, her throat too tight to speak. The two women sat in silence, their hands joined as the minutes ticked by, a silent testament to the power of friendship, the resilience of the human spirit, and the weight of the years that had passed between them.