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Aurora Carter, known to her friends as Rory, walked into The Raven's Nest on a whim one drizzly Thursday evening. The dimly lit bar in Soho, with its distinctive green neon sign above the entrance, seemed as good a place as any to wait out the rain and drown her sorrows. She sidled up to the bar, the smell of whiskey and wood smoke thick in the air. A grey-streaked auburn head turned at her approach. The barkeep, Silas Blackwood, a retired intelligence operative who carried himself with quiet authority despite his limp, gave her a nod. "Evening, Rory. The usual?" She nodded. As he poured her a stiff drink, she surveyed the room. The walls were covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs. Groups of patrons huddled at tables, smoking and chatting in hushed tones. "Here you are, lass," Silas said, placing the glass before her with a clink. "Rough day?" "Rough life, more like." She took a generous swig. The whiskey burned all the way down. Just then, the door swung open with a gust of cold wind. A man stumbled inside, blinking in the dim light. Rory nearly spat out her drink. It couldn't be. But those bright blue eyes, that crescent-shaped scar on his left wrist - Evan ap Rhys, her ex from university days in Cardiff. The one who made her life hell with his drinking, his jealousy, his fists. The one she fled in the middle of the night five years ago and never looked back. He looked different, though. Thinner, with a scruffy beard and a stooped posture. The arrogant swagger was gone. His eyes met hers and widened. "Aurora?" He sounded uncertain. "Aurora Carter... is that you?" She gripped her glass tightly. "Who's asking?" "God, Rory... it's me. Evan. I can't believe it. You look... incredible." Wonder washed over his face. And something else. Regret? She let out a sharp laugh. "Five years and that's what you lead with? That I look 'incredible'?" She shook her head in disbelief. He took a step closer, hands open. "I deserve that. More than you know. I've changed, Rory. I'm not... I'm not the man I was." "Oh, I can see that," she said coldly, eyeing his shaggy hair and the deep circles under his eyes. "Drinking agrees with you." "I've been sober nine months," he said quietly. "Trying to make amends. I wanted to find you, apologize... but you vanished." A bitter laugh escaped her. "Vanished? You terrorized me, Evan! You nearly broke me!" Her voice shook. She took another long drink. "I know." He looked at his feet, his voice heavy. "I was sick, yeah? An angry, selfish drunk. Seeing you now... God, the things I put you through..." She stared at him, searching his face, so changed and yet the same. The anger she'd carried for so long threatened to choke her. "You have no idea. The nightmares, the scars inside and out. You stole my sense of safety! My trust!" "I know," he whispered hoarsely, shoulders slumped. "I'm disgraceful. A monster. I hate myself for it." A tear slipped down his unshaven cheek. "I'd give anything to go back, to not be that wretched man. But I can't. All I can do is try to be better. To make up for the pain I caused." Rory just blinked at him, the words and the unexpected earnestness catching her off guard. Her hands trembled. For a moment, the pub vanished and it was just the two of them, the weight of years and guilt pressing them closer. "I'm so sorry, Rory," Evan said brokenly. "I'm so, so terribly sorry." The raw pain in his voice, the shattered look in his eyes - it cracked something open in her. She believed him. Believed in his regret and his illness and his struggle to claw back some goodness. Tears welled in her own eyes, a hard knot of anguish loosening in her chest. Wordlessly, she reached out, grabbed his arm, pulled him into a fierce hug. He shuddered against her, clinging like a drowning man. "I hope you can forgive me someday," he whispered raggedly into her hair. "I'll keep trying to be someone you could be proud of. Someone who deserves a second chance." They held each other for long moments, the bustle of the bar swirling around them unheeded. Two old ghosts, bound by a former life, a complicated love and hate. Finally, she pulled back with a shuddering sigh. Wiped her eyes. Met his gaze, steady and clear. "I won't lie, Evan. I still have nightmares sometimes. The anger hasn't vanished overnight. But... I believe you're trying. That matters to me. Maybe, with time, we can find our way to forgiveness. To something new. I'm not the same girl you knew, and you're not the same drunken wretch. We've both changed." A flicker of hope crossed his face. He reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a familiar tenderness that made her breath catch. The years melted away for a heartbeat. Then he seemed to remember himself. He swallowed hard, dropped his hand. "Thank you, Rory. For your mercy. It's more than I deserve. I... I'll leave you be now." Glancing back once, he made his slow way to the door, the weight of his demons etched in every line of his body. Rory watched him go with a bittersweet pang. A chapter closed, wounds still raw and gaping. But perhaps the pages had turned to a new story for them both, yet to be written. She lifted her whiskey with a tentative smile. To new beginnings.