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Aurora Carter pushed open the heavy wooden door of The Raven's Nest, the familiar creak echoing in the dimly lit bar. The green neon sign outside had drawn her in like a moth to a flame, a beacon in the foggy London night. She shook off the drizzle from her black coat and scanned the room. The walls, adorned with old maps and black-and-white photographs, seemed to whisper secrets of the past. She made her way to the bar, her eyes adjusting to the low light. Silas Blackwood, the bar's owner, stood behind the counter, polishing a glass. His hazel eyes met hers, and a warm, knowing smile spread across his face. "Rory," he greeted, his voice a gravelly rumble. "It's been a while." "Too long, Si," she replied, sliding onto a barstool. "How's the knee?" "Still creaky, but it gets me by," he said, tapping his leg with a wry grin. "What brings you here tonight?" "Needed a break," she said, glancing around. "And maybe a drink." Silas nodded and poured her a whiskey, neat. "On the house." She took a sip, savoring the burn. "Thanks." The door swung open again, and a gust of cold air swept through the bar. Aurora turned to see who had entered, her breath catching in her throat. A man stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the neon light. He stepped inside, and the door closed behind him with a soft thud. "Evan," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He looked different. His once-boyish face was now lined with age and weariness. His hair, which had been a sandy blonde, was now streaked with grey. He wore a leather jacket that had seen better days, and his eyes, once full of mischief, now held a shadow of something darker. "Aurora," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's been a long time." She nodded, unable to find her voice. The weight of their shared past hung heavy in the air between them. Silas, sensing the tension, cleared his throat. "I'll leave you two to catch up," he said, retreating to the back room. Evan took a seat next to her at the bar, his movements slow and deliberate. "You look well," he said, his eyes scanning her face. "Thanks," she replied, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "You... you look different." He chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. "Time does that." They sat in silence for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Why are you here?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I needed a drink," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "And maybe... maybe I needed to see you." She looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. "Why now?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. About us. About what happened." Aurora's fingers tightened around her glass. "That was a long time ago, Evan." "I know," he said, his voice softening. "But I never got the chance to make things right." She turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "You can't just waltz back into my life and expect everything to be okay." "I don't expect that," he said, his voice steady. "I just... I wanted to apologize. For everything." She stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, sadness, regret. "You hurt me, Evan. You broke me." "I know," he said, his eyes filled with remorse. "And I'm sorry. I was a different person back then. I was lost." "And now?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I'm trying to be better," he said, his gaze unwavering. "I've been sober for two years. I've been going to therapy. I'm trying to make amends." Aurora's heart ached at his words. She wanted to believe him, but the scars of the past ran deep. "It's not that simple." "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to try." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret. "But we can't change the past." "No," she said, her voice steady. "We can't." They sat in silence, the weight of their shared history pressing down on them. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Evan." "I understand," he said, his eyes filled with sadness. "But I hope, someday, you can." She looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he walked in. He was different, yes, but there was a glimmer of the man she had once loved. The man who had made her laugh, who had held her when she cried. "I don't know if I can," she repeated, her voice softer this time. He nodded, accepting her words. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. And that I'm trying to be better." Aurora took another sip of her whiskey, the burn grounding her. "Thank you for saying that." They sat in silence, the noise of the bar slowly creeping back in. Aurora's mind raced, memories of their time together flooding back. The good times, the laughter, the love. And then the bad times, the fights, the fear, the pain. "Do you ever think about what could have been?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "All the time," he replied, his eyes filled with regret